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?"
Elizabeth and Ryomi effused, also in Japanese, "Oh yes!"
"Good." Debuko got up and walked around to Ryomi. Lifting Ryomi's hair, Debuko unlatched something, then pulled it around and off her neck. It was the inhibitor collar. In truth, the Australians didn't even notice that they still wore them, though they were glad that their dutiful service to Japan had convinced Debuko that the collars had completed whatever function they served.
"You are no longer Australians, are you?" Debuko asked rhetorically as she continued around the table.
"You have completely abandoned your gaijin ways, haven't you?" She stopped at Elizabeth and lifted her blonde locks.
"You've wholly embraced the customs and ways of Japan entirely, haven't you?" She unlatched the collar around Elizabeth's neck.
"You take pride in the assistance you've provided Australia, to help them adapt to Japanese life the same way you have?" She returned to her cushion.
Looking each of Elizabeth and Ryomi in the eyes, she asked, pointedly, "You truly are Japanese now, aren't you?"
Elizabeth and Ryomi answered in unison, "Yes." Just saying that word brought them immense pleasure.
"Good. We have an amazing honor to share with you, but first, Debuko and Chiyami want to show you something." Debuko reached under the table and produced several photographs, which she handed to Elizabeth and Ryomi. Each photo depicted a Western model.
"This one is a woman named Danielle. She was a model and student in America who came to study in Japan. She came to love Japanese life and, even, to consider herself Japanese. And so, the Japanese did her the greatest honor - they transformed her into one of them."
Confused, Elizabeth and Ryomi stared at the pictures for a moment before it dawned on them that the transformed woman was, in fact, Debuko herself.
Next, Chiyami spoke. Drawing the girls' attention to photos of a different model, she said, "This one is a woman named Caroline. She was an American model who moved to Japan to see her friend. The newness of the situation intimidated her, but eventually, she, too, was won over to the Japanese way of life. And the Japanese also did her the honor of transforming her into one of them."
Elizabeth and Ryomi understood that Chiyami, like Debuko, used to be a Caucasian.
The Australians looked at the photos, then the beautiful, Japanese women at the table beside them, then back to the photos, then beginning the process again. The change was remarkable - the hair, the faces, the mannerisms: no one would ever guess that these women were anything but native Japanese.
After a lengthy pause in the conversation, Debuko spoke again. "We have devoted our lives to sharing the gift of Japanese life with the world. You both have shown great ability to do the same, and so we now offer you the opportunity to join us."
Elizabeth and Ryomi burst with joy. "Oh thank you! What an amazing honor!"
"Excellent. We must first correct Elizabeth's--"
Elizabeth interrupted. "No, please stop calling me by my Western name. I wish to be called Eiko from now on." Ryomi beamed as her friend finally shed her Australian name, as she had done weeks earlier. "Besides, 'Elizabeth' is too hard to pronounce!" The girls shared a quick laugh.
Debuko reached under the table and produced a black vial before continuing. "Of course, Eiko. As I was saying, we must first correct Eiko's hair."
Eiko's heart soared. Finally, she would be rid of the blonde hair that marked her from a great distance as Western. Once, her blonde locks had been the envy of all Australian women; now, Eiko yearned for simple, straight, black hair. And she was about to get her wish.
Chiyami led Eiko to a sink in the room. Debuko brought a chair over and positioning it against the sink. Eiko sat in the chair and leaned her head backward. Chiyami gathered up the blonde locks and pulled them into the sink as she ran the water. Eiko smiled as Debuko emptied the contents of the vial onto her hair and Chiyami rubbed them in.
Taking in the process from a few feet away, Ryomi thought back to her own hair transformation. That Eiko was now experiencing the joy of change Ryomi felt that day warmed her heart. And turned her on immeasurably. With each gesture of Chiyami's hand, more dye was guided to Eiko's hair, more blonde was washed away, and more of Eiko's head bore that familiar, Japanese look. Eiko was looking hotter by the moment.
Needing an outlet for her lust, Ryomi kneeled in front of Eiko and grabbed her left foot. Ryomi admired the now deeply tanned foot and, especially, beautiful aqua-colored pedicure before unstrapping the sandal it wore. Ryomi was pleased to see that Eiko's Teva tan rivaled her own and removed Eiko's sandal. Noting with approval the French pedikyua Eiko had applied since the last time they saw each other, Ryomi brought the foot to her mouth and wrapped her lips around the middle three toes. She swirled her tongue over, around, and between the toes, all the while maintaining a tight suction in her mouth and watching the replacement of the gaijin blonde in Eiko's hair with the vastly superior black. With her other hand, Ryomi undid the button on her shorts and slid a hand between her legs. Eiko did likewise, overcome with the eroticism of the moment. Within minutes, the two former-Australians had each masturbated themselves to the verge of orgasm.
Chiyami completed her task. The dye applied, Eiko's hair was now as black as her friends'. She came, following by Ryomi.
Debuko laughed. "You realize, that was the last orgasm you'll ever have as an Australian?"
******
Debuko and Chiyami led the Australian girls to another room in the studio. This one may have been a supply closet in the past but now contained nothing but a lamp, a couch, and a tall contraption. The machine was beige, like a photocopier, and about as wide in the base. The top was a narrower column.
Debuko strode into the room and up to the machine. She gestured, and Ryomi approached.
Adjusting the column, Debuko began to lecture. "As you know, the single most distinctive Oriental feature is the eye. Without it, you will not be seen as Japanese."
She pulled the column down until its top was about chin level with Ryomi. "The Western face isn't flat enough, some of you lack brown eye pigmentation, the eye socket lacks a pointed corner, which means no epicanthic fold, and the eyelids themselves have an extra fold."
She pushed Ryomi towards the column and pressed her face against its top. Although the top had a reflective surface, it was malleable, and Debuko maneuvered Ryomi's face until the top enveloped her eyes and the rest of her face dangled in the air. "The Japanese are a generous people, as you know. As they made a decision to share the beauty and harmony of their culture with the rest of the world, they also developed technology to allow outsiders to become Japanese. Chiyami and I were fortunate enough to be among the first. The technology has advanced significantly since then."
Debuko reached to the machine's side and pressed a button. It came to life. The room was filled with the sounds of whirling and grinding, making conversation impossible. Light from the top of the machine was visible around Ryomi's face. Though Ryomi was in no apparent discomfort, the machine was clearly doing something to her.
Five minutes later, the machine shut down. Ryomi slumped at the sudden change, and Debuko rushed to help her. Ryomi rubbed her eyes for a minute, as if adjusting from a dark room to light, then regained her senses. She looked around the room, her eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted.
Debuko, Chiyami, and Eiko all smiled at Ryomi. The machine had removed all traces of her Western eyes. The blue, round eyes that graced thousands of Australian catalogs and magazines were now brown, elegantly elongated, and sharply pointed. Her eyelids no longer had a fold. She was, at last, truly, inarguably, visibly Japanese.
"You are so beautiful now, Ryomi!" Debuko exclaimed. "Now, let's tend to --"
Eiko could hardly wait for her turn. As soon as Ryomi was clear of the machine, Eiko went up and began fiddling with the column. By the time Debuko noticed, Eiko had adjusted the column's height and placed her eyes on the malleable surface. Debuko pressed the button the side again, and the machine whirred to life once more.
As the machine worked, Eiko experienced a sensation akin to a thousand tiny, subtle scrapes. It wasn't painful or ticklish. Rather, it felt like a good stretch of an underutilized muscle. Eiko kept her eyes open as much as possible and was privy to a spectacular light show she understood was simply her eye pigmentation being corrected. Tugging at her eyelids meant a removal of the Western-style fold, in favor of the more Oriental monolid. Most excitingly, Eiko could feel a digging away at the corners of her eyes, which she knew meant that the machine was giving her the almond-shaped eyes she craved.
Minutes later, the machine stopped, and Eiko rose to her full height. No longer could she be mistaken for an Australian. The blonde, blue eyed model considered by many Australians among the most gorgeous women they had produced was now a sumptuous Japanese woman, with raven black hair and all the facial features to match.
Ryomi was holding a hand mirror, examining her dazzling new visage. Eiko stuck her head over her shoulder, and the the two now-Japanese girls beamed at their new beauty.
The two shared a smile, then a prolonged glance. Eiko, still behind her friend, wrapped her arms tightly around her midsection, and they lapsed into a passionate kiss. Each simply found the other irresistible. Eiko could taste a rubbery, sweaty flavor on Ryomi's tongue from her earlier foot worship.
Debuko interrupted. "Welcome to Japanese society, Eiko-san and Ryomi-san! You have been most excellent students of our knowledge and traditions, and you have done a commendable job educating the Australian people. You have therefore been rewarded with a place of beauty in our society. Thank you again. Before we talk about what is to come, though, please come with me into the studio to record the final episode of your programme,"
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