"The Japanese Hegemon" - one more Elizabeth Turner Asian transformation!

"The Japanese Hegemon," finale

Eiko and Ryomi were surprised when they entered the studio one final time, only to see their old friend Caitlyn already sitting at one end of the sofa.  She was wearing a black tank top and blue jeans, with shiny black boots.  It was the same outfit, more or less, she had been wearing when she accosted Eiko in the street some time ago.


Eiko and Ryomi entered the camera shot and took their places on the sofa, as per usual.

"Good afternoon, Austraria," Eiko began, in her studied pidgin English.  "Today is very special programme - rast one, in fact.  We talk --"

"--This is where you fuckers make that goddamn show, isn't it?" Caitlyn interjected, without moving. "Oh my god what is going on? Who are you two and where are Elizabeth and Rachel?"

"The Japanese Hegemon" - yet another Elizabeth Turner Asian transformation!

"The Japanese Hegemon" - still more Rachel Cook Asian transformations!

"The Japanese Hegemon" - yet another alternative Rachel Cook Asian transformation!

"The Japanese Hegemon" - one more alternative Elizabeth Turner Asian transformation!

"The Japanese Hegemon" - alternative Rachel Cook Asian transformation!

Coming up...

..."The Japanese Hegemon" will soon conclude, along with the spate of Asian transformations, for now.

I intend to turn then to "Glam to Goth" and hopefully finish it soon.  If you have a request for a female celebrity to be gothified, feel free to let me know.

"The Japanese Hegemon" - alternative Elizabeth Turner Asian transformation!

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 7

Debuko led Elizabeth and Ryomi inside the studio, to a room adjacent to where they filmed.  Chiyami waited there, wearing a long, strappy, sleeveless black dress.  Like Debuko, her black hair was up.  She lounged on a cushion on the tatami mat, her legs crossed.  The black straps and heels of her sandals protruded, as did her pedicured toes, which bore a clear lacquer.  Before her was a low table with a sake cup set up on each side.  Debuko and the Australian girls joined Chiyami on cushions.

In Japanese, Debuko went on.  "We are most pleased with your service.  Are you happy at the service you have provided us?"

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 6

Weeks went by.  Elizabeth and Ryomi continued their programme daily.  It was the only programme aired on Australian television, with the episode for a given day repeated nonstop on every channel until the next day's episode was available.  Australian residents' travel was still highly restricted, as were Internet and phone.  With little else to do, the country, by and large, tuned in.  Massive viewership led to massive societal change, with no visible unrest.

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 5

Elizabeth woke up with a start, a mess of black hair in her face.  She had fallen asleep, just for a few minutes, intertwined with the naked body of her friend Ryomi, formerly known as Rachel.  Ryomi turned over and smiled before moving in for a deep kiss, which Elizabeth returned with passion.  Her friend was really getting the hang of this whole Japanese look, and Elizabeth found it very attractive.

Reluctantly, Elizabeth broke the kiss.  They had to get ready and go to the studio, to film their programme.  It was their chance to please their new Japanese friends, and Elizabeth wouldn't squander it.

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 4

Elizabeth paced nervously in her apartment.  Today, she and her friend Rachel would film the first installment of their television programme.  It had been a week since the magnificence of Japanese culture - and the inferiority of the West - was brought to her attention, and this program was her opportunity to help her new Japanese friends explain the way things would work from now on.

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 3

Elizabeth

Rachel

Rachel and Elizabeth spent the next hour worshiping their Japanese captors' feet while learning what their roles in the new Australian society would be.

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 2

Rachel

Caitlyn

Elizabeth

Elizabeth, Caitlyn, and Rachel sat before their Japanese captors, Debuko and Chiyami, contemplating Debuko's words.  "You work for us now," she had said in her heavily-accented English.  

Sensing the confusion in her audience, Debuko added, "I explain later.  Now time for Inducer."  She turned and gestured at the door, and three soldiers walked in, each bearing a collar in his hand.  They affixed a collar snugly to each of the Australian models, who didn't dare to fight back, then left.  

"Good, good.  We begin."

"The Japanese Hegemon," part 1

Elizabeth

Caitlyn

Rachel

Elizabeth, Caitlyn, and Rachel sat in the spartan room, alone and scared witless.  The three models had been dragged from their respective flats in the middle of the night and brought here by the occupying forces.  No explanation was provided - each was simply shoved into a simple room.

Once, it may have been a conference room.  There was a projector mounted on the ceiling, facing a bare, white wall, and there were divots on the carpeted floor, indicating the former presence of furniture. Now, it was clearly a cell.

Carolina Thaler, Asian transformation!

Lorena Rae, Asian transformation!

Caroline Kelley, Asian transformation!

"Glam to Goth," part 7

Meghan and Alyse exited the bedroom and turned down the hall.  It was Meghan’s first real occasion to take in the greater facility she was in.  Austere white walls and floors were punctuated by brutalist fixtures and sculptures on pedestals, lending the surroundings an impersonal, almost machine-like air.  The decor intrigued Meghan, who made a mental note to replace the Monet “Sunflowers” print hanging in her room with something by H.R. Giger.  “The Birth Machine,” perhaps?

Danielle Knudson, Asian transformation!

Danielle was having a hard time assimilating to her new home, Japan.  It wasn't an inviting place to outsiders, and Danielle stood out as precisely that.  Within weeks of arriving at Doshisha University, she found herself making big changes to fit in.

"It's a gig, right? 2", part 3

Shelly

Charli

"I love that you're into feet now," Shelly said with a self-satisfied smirk.  She was seated on the sofa of the apartment she shared with her roommate Charli, who knelt on the floor facing her.  In Charli's hands was Shelly's pale bare foot, now adorned with a toe ring.  Her mouth was agape; Charlie was ready to stuff that foot in there as soon as the word was given.  Whatever misgivings she may once have had about feet were long gone.

"It's a gig, right? 2", part 2

Charli

"All right, I did everything you asked," Charli said as she lowered herself into a chair beside her roommate Shelly, at the busy restaurant Shelly had demanded for the meeting Charli requested.  "I'm even wearing those Tevas you got me, just like you asked.  They look pretty stupid, I think, maybe a little dyke-y.  I don't get the obsession you have, and I don't really even need to understand.  I just need to know in general what's happening to you."

"It's a gig, right? 2" part 1

Our cast:

Charli

Shelly

Erica, before...

"Glam to Goth," part 6

Alyse and Meghan spent several minutes passionately kissing on the bed, Meghan’s naked body lying atop her former roommate’s pale body.  All of Meghan’s hesitation - and restraint - was gone.  That she was a lesbian was no longer in question.  She recalled being straight, having boyfriends, even having sex with men, but those memories were so distant now they seemed to belong to someone else.  

"It's a gig, right?"

Erica made sure to show up early for her first modeling gig.  When she entered the nondescript building about an hour from her college, she went up to seemingly the only person there, a tall, thin, boyish woman with short hair.  Her skin was pale, with tattoos creeping out of the sleeves of her shirt.  On her feet were Teva sandals and, incongruously, a toe ring.  "Name?" the woman asked.  Erica provided her name and, when prompted, contact information.  The woman handed Erica a green bikini and a questionnaire to complete before the shoot would begin.

"Piercings?  Tattoos?  Smoker?  Bust size?  Sexual orientation?  Any fetishes?  What kind of questions are these anyway?"  Erica muttered to herself as she read the questionnaire.  Nevertheless, she answered - "ears, none, never, 32B, straight, and I don't even know what that means," respectively - and ducked into a bathroom to change.

Kate Moss - goth transformation!

"Glam to Goth," part 5

Meghan’s jaw dropped.  

Before her was Alyse, a dear friend since freshman year of college.  They met during orientation, two cute, bubbly blondes who shared a love of fashion and boys.  They were inseparable even before Stacey became part of their clan, rooming together from second semester of freshman year through graduation.  Their dorm rooms and off-campus apartments were impeccably decorated with bright, floral colors.  Meghan could remember hours spent with Alyse scouring lookbooks online for the most beautiful sun dresses and playsuits.  And shoes, shoes, shoes - heels of precisely 1-2 inches, for everything - the sweet spot between boring and whorish.  They reveled in wearing the latest, the best, the prettiest.  Alyse had a lithe, tan body to match Meghan’s, and they could freely raid each other’s closet.  

From the look of it, Alyse would not be interested in that sort of thing any more.  

Michaela Wain - goth sidecut!

Michaela Wain's lesbian goth foot fetish transformation!

"Glam to Goth," part 4

Meghan engulfed a bagel.  She hadn’t realized how hungry she was.  It could have been days since she ate.  Just like how, earlier, she hadn’t realized how badly she needed to use the bathroom.  And then, just as Meghan began to question what was making her forget about her own basic needs, the thought slipped away, replaced by curiosity of her surroundings.

She first tested the closed door.  It was unlocked.  Meghan somehow knew that she shouldn’t leave.  A window in the opposite corner then caught her eye.

"Glam to Goth," part 3

Meghan couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.  There she stood - naked - while some kinky dyke who’d captured her and her friends had her tongue down the throat of one of those friends.  A friend that Meghan had known to be totally straight, in fact.  Together with Alyse, Meghan and Stacey had never shied away from bullying anyone who fell outside their social sphere, and that included lesbians.  Stacey herself had been the source of some of the more perniciously homophobic rumor mongering.  Yet, here she was, her hand lovingly caressing Liz’s face - a face that Stacey had belittled during college - while she bit Liz’s lip.  “Fuck, that’s hot…” Meghan thought to herself unwittingly.  She continued to stand there silently.

"Glam to Goth," part 2

“Wakey, wakey.”

Whatever was on Meghan’s head was removed.  The room was bright, causing Meghan to squint while her eyes adjusted.  She had no idea how long she had been out, but she felt like she had gotten no sleep.  

Composing herself, Meghan noticed Liz in front of her.  Liz was dressed even more regally than usual - a black cape with bright purple lining covering her shoulders paired with a black gown ending above her ankles, the same shoes adorning her pale feet.  

“Come on.  You stink.  We need to clean you, and you need to use the bathroom.”

When normcore got into Alexis Ren

Michaela Wain - Asian and goth!

“Glam to Goth,” part 1

Meghan slowly opened her right eye.  It was crusted over.  When she tried to wipe it with her right hand, she found that her arm was immobilized.  Panic shaking loose the cobwebs, she struggled to free it, only to learn that her entire body was immobilized.  She couldn’t turn her head but, once she got her bearings, realized that she was suspended somehow, her limbs and head held in stasis, with her head cocked backward slightly.  She couldn’t even see her body.

What was happening?  The last thing Meghan remembered, she and her friends Alyse and Stacey were at Bonnaroo, making plans to see Cashmere Cat in the night.  People used to call Meghan, Alyse, and Stacey the triplets, on account of how similarly they all looked and dressed - each was blonde, between 5’ 6” and 5’ 8”, solid B cup, abs and asses made of bronzen steel, clothes straight off the runway, just a single, small, discretely-placed tattoo, etc.  They even had a small business together - a blog / social media empire (“FashionBitches.com”) where they took turns modeling expensive clothes other folks paid them to wear.  In fact, they had spent weeks coordinating their outfits and sponsors for the festival.  How did Meghan go from there to here?  It was so hard to remember.

Meghan decided to table that question - she sensed that she was in danger.  She didn’t know how she wound up in this predicament, but she was going to figure out a way to escape.  Quietly, she took in her surroundings.  She was being held in a fairly dark room.  A sliver of light descended from the ceiling and illuminated a nondescript wall and door.

Meghan again struggled, to no avail.  With little to lose, she opened her lungs and started screaming.  That’s when she felt the gag in her mouth.

Michaela Wain - another goth transformation!

The Corruption of Daniella Lopez Osorio, part 1

"Please, Mistress - make me yours."

AnnaLynne McCord eases her way into a new look...

"Foot Fetishizer," Finale

Josh was sitting on the couch, watching TV.  The TV was next to the door of the apartment he and Amy shared.  It was getting late for dinner.  He knew Amy was visiting with Steph and assumed they’d be home soon.  

Just then, the door swung open.  Amy was leaning over into the doorway so that her face and torso were visible to Josh, but not the lower half of her body.

Michaela Wain - another goth transformation!

You may have noticed that I have a bit of a thing for the striking Australian model Michaela Wain.  Thanks for indulging me...

Emma Watson - goth transformation! (by request)

Great suggestion!

Kelly Rohrbach - another Asian transformation!

Another goth transformation!

Maddie Edwards - goth transformation!

"Foot Fetishizer," Part 5

While Steph lapped at Amy’s clit, Alex brought a chair over, sat down, kicked off her left flip-flop, and presented her ornately-decorated foot to Amy, who was now more turned on then she had ever been in her life.  Without hesitation, Amy voraciously grabbed the foot and put it in her mouth.  She felt more sexual desire at that instant than she had ever experienced before.

What next?

I've got at least one more part to "Foot Fetishizer" and have some other stories in the works.  All involve FF and MC, probably foot fetish as well.

So - what should be next?  A cheerleader goes goth?  An alternative reality where Japan won WW2 and, 70 years later, a white supermodel succumbs to the Asian hegemon?  More stories in the "Enfetisha" vein?

The incomparable Michaela Wain transformed into an African American!