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John stared at his new reflection in disbelief and horror. Where was the sharp angle of his jaw? The angular cheekbones? Gone. Replaced by a soft curve, a cute nose, and a sweet, cherubic button of a mouth. And his eyelids! They’d been reshaped to look...

“Aimi?” said a harsh voice from behind John. “Are you finished?”

Darkness swam up to meet John. He closed his eyes to stop from passing out. Unbidden, his fingers rose to play with his new breasts, the tips already hard.

“Aimi!” the voice said again, like sharp enamel on steel.

“Y...Yes,” John replied, his eyes still squeezed shut.

“No!” The voice belonged to Dr. Ito, the psycho who’d inflicted this fate upon him. “Speak Japanese.”

“H-hai,” said John. His voice had also been somehow altered. It sounded higher, softer, almost musical.

Dr. Ito nodded. “Good. I know you don’t understand most of your new language, but you will continue to learn. You are my daughter now. Do you understand?”

John felt tears spring to his eyes. “But why? I’m a guy. Just a regular, white American man.”

Confusion crossed Dr. Ito’s face, like a cloud blocking the sun. “I searched for you. I saw your many posts on public message boards. You longed to be part of our great culture. You begged to be a Japanese girl.”

John shook his head, his long hair tickling the top of his breasts. “That was all pretend. Role-playing! Don’t you understand? I was just pretending!”

Dr. Ito frowned and said, “Nobody pretends so vehemently unless he is sincere. No. I have given you your deepest desire, and I have regained my Aimi. You will see in time, musume. Now, in your closet you will find your uniform. It is time for school.”

“School? I’m twenty!”

Dr. Ito’s frown deepened into a scowl. “Aimi was sixteen when she died, and you must respect her life by picking up where she left off. Understood?”

John swallowed, trying to piece together his options. For now, however, he seemed to have little choice. He bowed to Dr. Ito. “Hai, father. Thank you.”