Jennifer walked away from Betty and tried to find her boyfriend to have some fun with, but something in her wouldn't allow her to go anywhere except to her next class. Attempting to look around her also proved fruitless, as her head and even gaze seemed to be locked into a forward position. In fact her mind seemed to be on auto-pilot as she headed to her next class.
When she got there, she saw more of her cheerleading friends. She tried to talk to them, but her legs would not let her move in that direction. Instead she walked to her desk and sat down. Normally she would slump on the desk and fall asleep, but now her spine seemed to be made of perfectly straight steel rods, as did the rest of her body. Jennifer sat at her desk, her face forward, blank and emotionless, with her hands together resting on top of her desk. Soon the bell rang and her least favorite teacher came in.
"Good morning, class," they greeted.
Without warning, Jennifer stood up, her spine still perfectly straight, and bowed low.
"Good morning, sensei," she replied before rising from her bow.
"Thank you, you may be seated."
Immediately she sat back down with her spine as straight as ever. As the lesson wore on, the more Jennifer tried to think about other things, the stronger her mind pulled against those thoughts. Soon enough her focus was entirely on the lesson of the day.
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It went on like that for the entire day. Slowly her values and interests of being sexy, loud music, partying, fucking, fashion, cheerleading, and popularity were replaced with values of obedience to authority, modesty, purity, submissiveness, being proper, being passive, studiousness, cooking, cleaning, and eventually, making perfect babies with a man of Japanese nobility that her parents and his parents planned to arrange a marriage between. Unbeknownst to her, as she was so focused on her lessons, her pussy was getting tighter until it was as if she was still a virgin, which to her, she was. On top of it, every dirty joke, sex terminology, sex act, swear word, dirty thought, sense of lust, etc,. was cleansed from her mind. Mentally, she was now an obedient, studious, docile, passive, sweet, modest, Japanese woman, who only thought, did, and said things that were proper and pure for a Japanese lady like her.
Finally the last bell rang. She went to her locker where she found the guy who claimed he was her boyfriend waiting.
"Hey, Jen," he huffed.
"You skipped out on fun time. What gives?"
She slowly turned her head to look at him. Perhaps, in another timeline, she might have felt some sort of attraction to him, but she found none at all. With a blank expression on her face, she slowly turned back to her locker and got her things together.
"I had to be in class," she droned monotonously, as if in a hypnotic trance.
"What about after school?"
"Studying," she droned again.
"Then cook dinner and do chores. And then studying."
"C'mon, Jen. You're my bae. Let's have some fun."
"I am a proper Japanese girl. I am saving my self for a man of Japanese nobility."
Without another word, Jennifer went back home, her mind blank. When she walked in the door and neatly took off her shoes, she was greeted by her host family, whom she bowed to, who handed her an elegant kimono. They told her that her parents, the man she was arranged to marry, his parents, some ladies-in-waiting were coming over Friday night to see if she was fit and proper enough to be a wife to a man of his social class. If she was deemed suitable, they would take her back to Japan that very night and they would be married the very next day. Of course, she'd have to drop out of school or finish incredibly early, but she didn't mind. In fact she had been preparing and training for that day for a long time, and she knew what was expected of her.
"Isn't that exciting?" her host mother asked.
Jennifer gave them a small smile.
"My life purpose is to be a beautiful, submissive, fertile, obedient, Japanese wife to a man of the Japanese nobility," she droned.
"I shall be perfect for him."
For the rest of the week, Jen focused on being someone who would be absolutely perfect to take as a wife. She knew he would want big breasts and a fair-sized bottom to demonstrate fertility and gradually, Jen found herself gaining those things as if by magic. Finally friday night came around. Jen finished up cooking lots of food before making herself look ladylike and perfect. Then she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to see....