Tim sighed, barely believing what was happening to him. He wrote a quick message back to Paul agreeing to pretend for now but that he should hurry up.
“This is just great,” Tim muttered, in perfectly fluent Japanese. “Because of Paul's stupid spell, I'm trapped in the identity of some Japanese...”
Tim let out a long, tired yawn in the middle of his sentence.
“And I'm exhausted,” he mumbled. “Guess I have Mika's biorhythms as well as her ability to speak Japanese. It's the middle of the night here and I need some sleep.”
Tim looked down once more in disgust as the pink Hello Kitty pajamas he now wore, then flipped off the lights, stumbled back to Mika's bed, and promptly fell asleep.
The next morning, he found himself being woken by the friendly, smiling face of a pretty Japanese woman.
“Good morning, Mika!” said the woman.
Must be my new 'Mom' guessed Tim.
“Uh... Morning,” mumbled Tim.
“Get out of bed, you sleepy head,” said the woman. “Come now, Mika darling. Hurry up. You have school today. The weekend is over. Get dressed in your uniform and come eat some breakfast before with your father and I before its time to leave.”
Tim sighed as he watched Mika's mom leave the room.
“This isn't happening,” he mumbled again, climbing out of Mika's bed. “Thanks, Paul... wherever you are. Because of you, I have to spend the day as a Japanese schoolgirl.”
Although he felt ridiculous doing so, Tim reluctantly started getting dressed in Mika's school uniform. He knew the rest of the world would perceive him as Mika Takahashi, even though Tim still saw himself as a teenage boy awkwardly wearing girls clothes.
He stripped off Mika's pajamas and underwear. Then hesitantly pulled on a fresh pair of plain, white, cotton panties. They looked far too tight for him, but somehow the fabric seemed to magically adjust itself to perfectly fit his body. Next, he dug out a small bra and strapped it on his flat, masculine chest. Tim deliberately chose the most plain looking brassiere he could find. Bad enough everyone would think he was a girl right now; he didn't want to have to wear something lacy and frilly.
Next he buttoned up a plain, white girl's blouse, and then pulled on a short, blue plaid skirt. The skirt seemed far too small, tight, and short on him... but when he looked in Mika's mirror, it seemed to hang down to a modest length above her knees. Finally, he rummaged around in Mika's sock drawer and pulled out a pair of white cotton knee socks. He put them on, then a pair of black maryjanes, and finally picked up Mika's heavy school bag.
Glancing at himself in the mirror, Tim saw with shocked disgust that he had become a short, cute, picture perfect Japanese schoolgirl.
“This isn't happening,” he muttered again in perfect Japanese.