You turn around and gaze at the stranger behind you.
Like your new self, she's Asian in appearance; but she looks like something out of a magazine. A slender, flawless beauty standing in direct contrast to the fat, stumpy, comical butterball more likely to be taken for "cute."
"I see you're awake Debuhime" she seems to breathlessly whisper, even her voice oozing sex appeal.
"What you call me?" You indignitantly scream as you ball your fists and stomp your little foot, your belly and breasts bouncing from the force. "My name not Dayboohemay, I'm...I'm..." Frustration sets in as despite your best attempts you can't recall the name of the white male you once were. "Rhy I no remember real name, and rhy I talk rike stupid stereotype and you dont?"
The woman cracks a devious smile, "Aww, you're so cute when you're riled up. Get a look at that pout." You turn back to the mirror and notice you were indeed pouting your plump, cherry-red lips unintentionally. "Your name, your speech, even that roly-poly little body you now have, was all placed on you with magic. Our bosses know there is money to be made on the bodies of oriental women of various ages, ethnicities, and sizes in this country. However, they do treasure their own too much to subject them to catering to the fetishes of wretched westerners. That's where poor fools like you come in Debuhime, you name is a rough Japanese combination of "Fat" and "Princess" by the way; not a real word or name, but it'll satisfy your "guests." She smirks while releasing an audible "Hmmph," at the situation.
"Rut you mean "guests?" You lash out again. "I no gonna "satisfy" anyrun. Beside, who rould wanna be rith prump rittle Asian pig who talk rike dis?" In the midst of your tirade you tried to make a conscious effort to control your body language and avoid anything involentary like the last time.
"Debuhime, you little fool, don't you see?" She asks with a false sweetness to her. "You're not a conventional beauty per-se, but you have an undeniable cute factor to you, and an Asian BBW, and despite barely being five feet tall you are a 'Big Beautiful Woman;' is a rare commidity. We'll have clients lined up who'll pay a premium to watch all that blubber bounce on their cock. Your accent and vocabulary are tailored to make them feel like their in control of a naive young girl new to this land. You won't be able to speak or understand any real Asian dialects unless we allow you to, which assures you don't know more than we want you to. Finally you're behavior is simply a matter of command."
"Right now you're in your default mode: broken-english speech, exaggerated accent, and somewhat conscious control over your demeanor, and desires. But..." she says slyly as she turns you back toward the mirror, "watch this." She suddenly claps twice, "Debuhime, sweet."
A goofy smile suddenly finds its way on your face in spite of your best efforts to be angry. Stifling a schoolgirl like giggle you see yourself fidgeting and bouncing around.
"Who are you?" The woman asks you.
"I'm Debuhime Kino, age 19, I come here from Kanto one yeea ago, sorry my Engrish not so great yet, still rurning." The answer and shy grin that followed came out like second nature. You knew the answers were false, but weren't able to say or do anything else.
"And what do you like to do?" She continued.
"Rell, I rove food, and candy, though it make so big." You giggle and rub your belly despite yourself. "I also rike to spend time rit boys, make me feel pretty."
"Um-hmm, and what do you do with boys?"
You give off a blush you think would be there regardless of the mind control. "You know..."
"Indeed, that's enough for now. Debuhime, default." She claps again as you suddenly feel your mind clear and the ability to speak a bit more freely return to you. "We nicknamed that the 'cute-schoolgirl mode, but there are others programed into you and every other girl here including 'geisha,' 'mistress,' and inspired by your disrespectful culture; 'me so horny.' You'll act in each of these modes and others at one time or another while you're here.
"Rhere here,by the way, and who you?" You ask, somewhat resigning yourself to your new fate.
"You can call me Kelly, and you're at the Club Pacific, we specialize in Asian prostitutes, escourts, and as you've obviously
seen; fantasies."
"Kerry," you look up at her; not caring that you're pouting in despair. "Am I going to be here forever?"
This time when Kelly smiles it seems somehow more genuine and kind, "Aww, I can tell I'm gonna be a sucker for those quivering lips of yours," she says with a slight wink. "Look, I'm not supposed to tell new-girls this, but there are opportunities to get out of here, even to go back to normal; if and when they come you decide you want to."
Seeing the surprise and immediate question in your eyes, she continues whispering. "We'll discuss these matters later, in the mean time take some advice, your magically wired to enjoy your job here, even at your core you'll feel pleasures greater than any you'd ever experience as a man. So for the time being, just enjoy it."
"Now, we have a nice man in his 30's who's expecting a chubby Japanese schoolgirl for "english-tutoring" in about 30 minutes in the "classroom" downstairs." Kelly guides you back into the room you woke up in and goes over to the closet, pulling out an oversized uniform, and a bag full of brightly colored accessories."Debuhime, sweet," she says with the now-familiar claps.
As the grin comes back you pull your t-shirt over your head. You take the shirt from Kelly's hand and instinctivly tie it at the mid-section after placing your arms in the sleeves, emphasizing your plump breasts and slight pot-belly. You then start putting the rest of the outfit on you giggle and talk to yourself.
"Gonna, be rear pretty for Engrish teacher, hee-hee"
"I'm sure you will be," Kelly smiles and leaves you to get ready.