Matt shut the door. Locking himself in as he panicked. Everything was buzzing around him, a soft voice inside his head begging to go out. That he'd love being Japanese. That it was all the rage!
Matt couldn't stand the voice. It was driving him crazy. He unlocked the door, pushing it open a bit and peering at the unaware passengers. The words from their mouth shifting and slurring as they became Japanese.
"K- Konichiwa?" Matt softly whispered.
Matt poked his head out a bit further before darting it back in. Jamming the lock tight. He just spoke Japanese, and his hair was a pitch black! Yet as he jammed the lock shut, the knowledge of Japanese faded and his hair reverted to its western colour.
Hours passed. The plane landed, everyone disembarked. Clearly the stewardess girls were bad at their job. From the tone of their voice they were annoyed, a whiff of nicotine flowing through the cracks of the bathroom door.
Matt's body shook as the plane engines started. Refueling had been complete and people were boarded on. He prayed no one would find him and throw him off...
And it worked! Japanese announcements filled the plane as it began to take off, Matt bouncing in the cubicle. Home was in sight. He heard the voice mention their stop was chicago. And as Matt exited the cubicle, everything seemed normal.
The airport came into view, the same he disembarked from! He done it! He survived! The idea of becoming japanese did arouse him a bit... But that experience was a nightmare!