"Here's a tube of Jasmine oil, Trent," Yaun said his hand trembling, and his teeth grinding together. "Just rub it all over your body, and you'll be perfect for my grandson."
"Perfect?"
"Uh, must be my English, lost something in the translation from Chinese, I sure," Yaun said feigning ignorance.
"Uh, sure, thanks, Mr. Yaun," Trent said.
"Call me Grandpa. You really love Hiro? You'd love him no matter what? No matter how you change?" Yaun asked. "Hiro" was a Japanese name, and his Chinese son had run off with a Japanese. He shuddered in disgust. He wondered what it was that made them go outside their race?
"Of course, we think alike, and he fits perfectly against my bod-uh, sorry, Grandpa," Trent said awkwardly. He didn't know why he said that, he was sniffing the ointment and it must have been the fumes. It did smell pretty girly. "This stuff really work?"
"Oh, did wonders for Hiro's mother, god rest her soul," Yaun said recalling the tall Japanese young man he had caught in bed with his son Chen. Chen had clung to Hiro protecting him. Hiro became Jasmine, and Chen and Jasmine named their son Hiro after the man Jasmine had been.
"Uh, it does smell a bit feminine," Trent said.
Yaun almost said that then it should be perfect for a gay guy like you, but instead he said, "Jasmine oil is one of the most potent muscle relaxants. Try it you'll see? The fact that it smells good is better than Menthol-Eukalyptos smell."
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
"Use all over, even where it doesn't hurt. You'll see spectacular result." Yaun grinned and rubbed his hands in glee.
"Whatever you say, Mr. Yaun, uh, Grandpa," Trent said as he began to rub the oil into his shoulder.
Yaun retreated behind the beeded doorway.
Trent started to get hot. He was soon stripped down to his red bikini briefs, and he was slathering the contents of the tube all over his now glistening body. He couldn't help himself.
Yaun smiled as the hairs under the coat of oil began to dissove and the skin to darken.
Trent didn't notice anything until he had his hands inside his shorts oiling his cock and balls and jacking off. His junk was shrinking. He looked down and over the two boobs hanging from his smooth hairless chest. His cock was retracting into his body, and reshaping into a labia. His testicles had already been reabsorbed.
He ran to the mirror on the wall and stared. An Asian face stared back.
"Mein gott! I'm turning Japanese, I really think so!" gasped Trent.