Rachel had no idea what to do. Her mother had told her to get ready for the shoot, but what exactly did that mean? Should she put makeup on this stranger's face that was in her mirror? And what was all that with her mother speaking Japanese, and Rachel speaking Japanese too? And had her mother called her Mikoto?
It was too much, she had to get out of the house before this photographer got here. Maybe there was some way to turn her back into her old self. She grabbed her handbag and slipped on her ridiculous shoes (with her new height she was probably going to tower over most men) and went straight for the door.
As she opened the door she was greeted by the sight of a young woman with her hand raised to knock. She was Asian like Rachel now was, though much more petite and sprightly. She wore red eye-shadow and had the tips of her hair dyed red as well. Her stylish semi-gothic clothes clung close to her tiny frame and she had a camera bag tucked under one shoulder. "Oh!" she said in surprise and then smiled and held out her hand. "Mikoto? I'm Tabitha." She spoke without a trace of accent.
"...Hello," Rachel said as she reached out and shook Tabitha's hand.
Tabitha kept smiling as she said: "I'm actually Vietnamese, not Japanese. And I'm like, third generation. Can we stick with English?"
Rachel suddenly realized that she'd said "Konnichiwa" instead of "Hello." She spoke more deliberately and the words managed to come out in English. "Sorry, just taking to my mom on the phone."
"Oh yeah, got stuck in another language I hear ya." Tabitha looked Rachel up and down. "So I know it's your first real shoot, so I thought I'd come by and help you get ready. I know this can be stressful."
"T-Thank you," Rachel really couldn't see a way out of this. She supposed she could just do the shoot and try to get out of it later. "I'm really not sure..."
"It's fine, I can guide you through it. Let's get you dressed and then we can do your makeup." Tabitha bend down and picked up a small bag before handing it over to Rachel. Rachel slowly unzipped it and looked inside to see a sports bra, some shoes, and a pair of leggings. "You just get yourself ready and I'll go get set up."
Rachel took the bag and headed up to her room. She slowly stripped herself naked and prayed that as she took the lingerie off she would change back. No luck though.
She took a look at herself now that she was nude. She was incredibly athletic looking, beyond just her abs there was obvious muscle on her arms and legs. Her breasts were perky but had a natural shape to them and her exercise had given her a toned ass that felt very firm under her squeezing fingers.
Hesitantly she slipped on the the outfit that Tabitha had given her. It seemed perfectly sized for Rachel and looking in the mirror she saw a fitness model looking back at her. She supposed that she was one now.