Inside the paper bag is a pink fortune cookie. You've never seen a fortune cookie colored like that before. You pull it out, dropping the bag on the kitchen counter, and return to Lisa in the bedroom, puzzling over why the owner of the cabin would give this to you.
Lisa, still on the bed, sees what you're holding. "Where'd you get that?" With a strangely excited look on her face, she hops to her feet and skips up to you. "I've heard of these! I always wanted to try one."
"Huh?" you say, feeling like you've missed something. "It's a fortune cookie. The old man left it for us, I think."
Lisa looks at you like you just admitted you didn't know what year it was. "It's not a regular fortune cookie. These are a new thing! Still very hard to find...and expensive. Are you sure he's just giving it to us?"
You frown, frustrated that you can't share in her persistent excitement. "Yes! There was a note. Are you yanking my chain? What is this?"
Lisa takes it gently from your hand, holds it up to her lips, and looks at you with a sultry smile. "It's more fun if I show you."
She coaxes you to sit down on the bed and stands in front of you. She cracks open the cookie and pulls out its paper fortune. "'You will soon find an exciting new profession'...in bed." She snickers a little. You can't help but chuckle yourself. Lisa has you strung along in the interest of this strangely colored cookie.
Lisa pops the pieces of the cookie into her mouth. You can hear the crunching. You lean back onto the mattress, using your arms to support your weight. She swallows the cookie and smiles, quite eager about something you still don't understand. She gives you a pleasant glance and a nod, then bends down and kisses you. You can taste the lingering sugary flavor of the cookie on her tongue.
You're a little surprised at her forwardness. Not that you have any problem with making out with your girlfriend, but you begin to think this has all been some uncharacteristically awkward attempt at foreplay.
You kiss her back, even daring to cop a feel through her t-shirt. She suddenly pulls back, and you look up at her, wondering what she's doing.
Your jaw drops. Looking down at you is the face of a pretty Asian girl. You can tell it's Lisa. Her facial structure is mostly unchanged, but one clear difference is that her eyes, once big and blue, are small and brown. As you watch, her cheeks and nose start to shift too, making her entire face distinctly Asian in appearance. Her light-brown hair is turning darker from the roots.
"Lisa?!" you gasp, standing bolt upright. You notice you have to look down a little more to look into her eyes. The Asian girl puts a finger to your lips and smiles. Still shrinking inch by inch, she puts her increasingly daintier hands on your shoulders and settles you back down on the bed.
You can't believe what you're seeing. You blink. She's still the same. Rather, she's still Asian-looking, and changing further by the second. Her pink shirt and pants are now slightly baggy. Her hair has lengthened past its former mid-back cutoff, losing any waves it once had and becoming uniformly straight. The brown tips are the last parts to turn jet black as her hair passes her butt.
Then things get even stranger. Her jeans start to flare out and change color and texture. Now she looks like she's wearing a long skirt. The skirt merges with Lisa's t-shirt, which stretches its collar into a plunging neckline, then separates at an angle down the front. The sleeves expand, falling over her arms and overflowing them, and you recognize what you're looking at. A kimono has grown on Lisa's new body. It's light blue, with indigo brushwork flower petals in a pattern flowing down either side of the robe and the bottoms of the sleeves. There is thick indigo trim at the edges crossing the chest, and the sleeves are so long they touch the ground. The kimono itself spills on the carpet around her bare feet.
You realize her face is becoming pale. Soon it's completely white, but the skin on her neck and everywhere else is a typical Asian complexion. Red blush appears on her cheeks, and a solid red rectangular mark appears on her lower lip. A large red band--the obi--grows out of nowhere to tie her kimono across the waist.
Lisa twirls her new body and you watch as the flowing robes and her much longer black hair dance around her. She stops with her back to you and sways from side to side. You watch her hair wave back and forth in ripples that flow all the way to the floor. Her hair must be six...seven feet long.
The geisha that you hope is still your girlfriend Lisa turns back around and smiles. She puts her hands on her legs and bows. "Konichiwa."
You're stunned into silence. With her back still lowered, her head tilts up and looks at you with a warm smile. You see a glint in her eyes and know instinctively it's still Lisa in there. And she looks incredible.
"Lisa..." you breathe. She smiles wider and tiptoes toward you, dragging silk and hair on the floor behind her. She moves in to kiss you again, this time much slower. As your lips press together she puts a hand on your crotch. You've been too distracted to notice until this moment that you're hard as a rock. Shivering, you take Lisa in your arms and pull her down onto the bed with you.