I'm posting this early because I have a long day in the saddle tomorrow when I ride from Ulvik to Geiranger in Norway. 240 miles, one ferry, and a tunnel with a roundabout inside! The Arctic Circle is getting closer!
This story is a little different from anything I've written before. I hope you like it.
[At a nightclub in London]
The booming bass was doing my head in and not for the first time, I wondered if this was this was a sign that I was getting old and grumpy? Anyway, I'd had enough of the club for one week, so I headed for the exit.
The evening was fast turning out to be a total washout. The club is far more crowded than ever, and what passed for music louder and more bass-driven than usual. None of the old regulars was there, and the newcomers were hardly communicative. Mind you, the noise level meant that having a conversation with anyone other than yourself was next to impossible. Although advertised as a place to ‘get social’ the new management seemed to be doing its best to squash that idea on its head.
To add to my down mood, I'd taken a lot of time to get ready for tonight. I'd even bought a new outfit, but my feet were telling me to get home ASAP. Wearing new shoes to a TG club was a disaster. The shoes that I'd ordered had arrived in plenty of time only, for me to find that they were the wrong size and sent back. The correct ones, had only been delivered that very day, so I'd risked wearing them to the club without breaking them in, and now my feet were paying for it.
Heading home seemed to be a good idea and would cut my losses sooner rather than later.
As I stepped out of the club into the cold January air, I pulled my coat tighter in a feeble attempt to keep at least a bit of warmth on my body while I headed for the main road and a taxi to the nearest tube station or if I was feeling generous, right to my home. The chill breeze that was coming from the north made the second option the more likely with every step.
I’d only gone a few steps away from the entrance when I heard a voice call out,
“Toyah! Wait a minute.”
Toyah is my en-femme name.
I turned around to look for who had called out. My hopes sank when I saw who is was that had called out and was now waving at me. The voice and waving hand belonged to none other than that slimeball come sleazebag, Jonathan Masters. Masters by name only. He is a regular visitor to the club and one of the few members that I went out of my way to avoid. His sole aim for coming along is to pick up young and beautiful and innocent Transwomen. His patter is very slick and enticing, but he only wanted one thing and that is to get them into bed as soon as possible. Then he dumps them as if they have the plague. Most regulars know his little game and won't give him the time of day.
"What do you want, Jonathan? I'm hardly going to get into bed with you, now am I? I'm most certainly not your type, so what is it?"
"Nice to see you, Toyah. Right to the point as usual, then?"
"Well? If you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly dressed for standing around chatting in the middle of winter, so why don't you get to the point then, we can both get off to our respective homes?"
“I have some business that might prove worth your while.”
"And even more profitable for you, I assume?"
“Not this time Toyah. I’m just being paid a finders fee. Anything else is all down to you.”
"And I'm the real Elvis Presley…?"
"I mean it, Toyah."
“What is this all about then?”
“A client of mine has a daughter who needs your guidance.”
“What sort of guidance would that be? She said no to when you tried to get her into bed?”
"Toyah, give it a rest. I didn't. I don't do that with business clients. I do have some ethics, you know."
“Then email me the details. You do still have my email address, don’t you?”
I smiled.
“Oh wait, I still get your circulars despite me unsubscribing almost every week…?”
“Ok. Ok. I get the message.”
“Good. Then I’ll look forward to seeing your email oh… next week.”
I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned on my new, soon to be thrown in the bin heels and headed for a Taxi and home. Option 2 had won the day.
The dreaded email from Jonathan Masters arrived two days later. I’d just finished with a patient. Yes, I’m sort of a non-doctor. I’m a counsellor. I see people with problems that don’t quite warrant going to see a Psychiatrist. Most of my work involves 'Marriage Guidance' which, frankly sucks, but it puts bread on the table. Steering the clients onto a manageable course that both can agree on, is what my job is all about. Naturally, my Toyah alter ego is nowhere to be seen while I’m at work.
I read the email at least a dozen times that day and even more times the next day. The problem that Jonathan had described was way out of my league. By rights, I should have told Jonathan to take a running jump from the top of 'The Gherkin' where his stupidly expensive suite of offices was located, but I didn't.
After three days, I sent him a short but to the point reply.
"Jonathan, thanks for the email. After due consideration, I'm willing to look into the problem, but that's all I'm able to commit to this client at the moment.
Vince Parks
“
Once I hit 'Send', I closed down my laptop. I could not face reading a totally cringeworthy reply that Jonathan would no doubt send the moment he received my email. Besides, I needed to head into Central London to do some research into the problem that he’d described to me in the email.
My trip into the city proved interesting, but it only served to confirm that I’d only just skimmed the surface of the subject. That left me with no other option, but to do some searching on the internet. Thankfully, I owned a tablet that had some very NSFW (not safe for work) content on it. None of it was in any shape or form illegal, but the more puritanical people in the world as well as those at work would have had a fit if they saw it. Most of it is related to Transgendered things and beyond. Sometimes those unmentionable subjects came up in my real work sessions and knowing at least something about them usually helped move the satiation along or that is what I told myself…
Two evenings of browsing increased my knowledge about her problems enormously. There was nothing left but to arrange to meet the young lady in question once I’d confirmed one point that Jonathan had made in his email.
“Jonathan,
I’m going to arrange a meeting. Are you sure that they want to meet Toyah rather than Vince? If it is Toyah, I’d like to know how they know about her and why?
Vince, aka Toyah.
“
I pondered over the email for quite a while before sending it. I thought back to when I'd decided on the name of Toyah. As a teenager, I'd never been part of a gang or set or whatever. That marked me out as a loner and therefore a target for the bullies. One wet Saturday, I was in West London when I ran into a bunch of thugs from school. They chased me down Portobello Road. I only escaped their desire to beat the living crap out of me when I ducked into 'Rough Trade Records'. There, right in front of me, there was this Vinyl copy of Toyah's 'Best of' album. Her dramatic eye makeup leaped out at me. From, then on, I was deeply in love with her, her music, her clothes and everything. I bought the album with almost the last of my savings. I still had the cover. It was framed and hung on my bedroom wall. Some scumbag had nicked the record when I was a student.
Thus, my very own version of Toyah was born. Similar but different, I called it. Every time I became Toyah, the harder it became to take her off and become my male self again. I would have made the transition some years ago if I could have been sure of keeping my job. Being primarily a marriage guidance counselor and transitioning is not that good for client confidence, so I'd postponed the day when I'd finally pick up the courage, jack the job and change my name to Toyah Snow.
“Sod it,” I muttered after a good deal of procrastination, and hit ‘Send’.
I didn’t hear from Jonathan for over a week.
“Toyah,
Sorry, I was away skiing in Aspen. From what the client said, they saw you at the club. That's all I know, and yes, it is Toyah they want to see. Please don't screw this up, as I have a big deal pending with the family.
Jonathan.
“
I nearly choked when I read the email. Jonathan's idea of a big deal was AFAIK, screwing the client out of a lot of their money for very little in return. He'd cut his teeth in the bad old days of Enron and the rest of those Ponzi schemes. I doubted that this particular creature could ever change its spots. Now, he was following his idol, Nigel Farage into flogging bitcoin and other digital things especially something called an ‘NFT’. All were snake oil scams as far as I was concerned.
If I did take on them as a client, I knew that I'd have to watch out for him. The last thing I needed was him taking all their money, and being unable to pay me for my services. That was exactly how we'd met in the first place and why I could never ever trust him an inch.
I put my loathing of him aside and concentrated on my research. I had a lot of ground to cover if I was going to be sufficiently briefed for my initial consultation in a few days.
Loaded was a term for having lots of money. The entrance to the property was impressive. A pair of huge electrically controlled gates swung open as we approached. I could see several CCTV cameras were covering the entrance to the property. The long, tarmacked drive twisted amongst the trees for quite a way before revealing the house. It wasn't quite a palace but by far the largest private residence short of a stately home that I’d ever visited.
I got out of the 'Rover, which immediately took off and drove around the rear of the building. There was nothing for it but to climb the steps to the front door. There wasn't a bell or a knocker in view. I needed not have worried as the large oak door opened in front of me.
“Ah, you must be Toyah,” said the woman who greeted me.
"Please come inside. That wind goes right through you, does it not?"
I stepped inside. It was like stepping into one of those stately homes that are open to the public.
“Welcome to Heath House. I’m Miranda Roberts. My husband Simon will be joining us in a few minutes.”
I undid my coat which might have been adequate for London but was nowhere near warm enough for this part of the world. Miranda took the coat from me and hung it up on a mobile coat rack. There were a couple of the inevitable waxed cotton jackets already hanging there. The chequered linings told me that these were not the cheapo versions. I also took this as a sign that this was not a place where things were always in their place. The mere fact that they were not hanging on the many hangers that were available told me that this was a home to be lived in and not a house for show. That made me feel a little easier. Sometimes I would visit a client and see a show house not a home. That usually told me a lot about the relationship between the couple in question.
Miranda showed me into a side room that felt warm and homely which is as a living room should be. I got the feeling that this was where they hung out most of the time. A large wood-burning stove was well alight and had warmed room. A big change from the almost icy entrance hall.
"Please take a seat, Toyah. That is an unusual name. I don’t anyone with it other than Toyah Wilcox."
I sat in the large and very comfortable armchair that she’d indicated.
“A childhood encounter with a gang of bullies is to blame. I ducked into a record shop just off Portobello Road and there was Toyah’s ‘Greatest Hits’ album telling me to buy it. I fell in love with her music and the way she looked back in her punk days.”
Miranda laughed.
“I remember those days well. It is surprising how some of the songs from those punk bands are still popular these days. Do you have a favourite?”
“Golden Brown by the Stranglers,” I said without even having to think.
“Excellent choice. One of my favourites.”
Just then another door opened and a man walked in. I recognised the face from somewhere but a failing of mine is putting names to faces.
“Coffee?” he asked as he held up a Coffee Pot from the tray he’d just put down on the table.
“Please. Milk no sugar thanks.”
He smiled as he went about the task of pouring the strong-looking brew into a cup.
“I’m Simon by the way. I hope my wife has been keeping you entertained.”
Miranda giggled.
“You owe me a tenner. Toyah’s favourite track from the punk era is Golden Brown.”
She turned to me grinning.
“Sorry about that. We had a little bet on what your favourite song from that era was going to be. Simon insisted that it would be one of Toyah’s so we had a bet and I won.”
Then I remembered where I'd seen his face before. He'd been the manager of a few non-punk bands from that period. He'd obviously done well for himself over the years.
Simon handed me the coffee and sat down after helping himself to a cup. I looked at Miranda. She didn’t have a drink.
“I’m limiting myself to two cups of Simon’s brew a day. It is far too strong for me.”
I got the message loud and clear.
“Thanks for coming all this way. How much do you know about my daughters’ problem?”
“Only what Jonathan Masters told me in an email.”
"That man is a real pain. He keeps trying to get me to invest in his latest little scheme. I'm only sweet-talking him until you are on board then he’s history. My accountant tipped me off about him being a scam artist.”
That made me very happy.
“Good for you. In my opinion, that man is a first-class scumbag and not to be trusted.”
“Oh, we know all about his little tricks,” said Miranda.
“Following the tip, we found that one of our friends suffered at his hands some years ago. It took them ages to get their money back. Even then, they only got about half before he put the company into administration.”
Simon began to speak after nodding at his wife.
“Our daughter Mia has spent the last four years at University in Tokyo. We all lived there for five years while she was growing up and stayed on to study when we returned to the UK. She came back after graduating last summer but, she had changed. I don’t mean just growing up. No, far more than that.”
He looked at his wife who had so far not disagreed with what he was saying.
“Mia has become obsessed with certain parts of Japanese Culture. How much do you know about Anime and Manga?”
“Very little,” I replied hoping that the little I did know would not expose me as a fraud.
“Since she returned to England, Mia has adopted the persona of a fifteen-year-old Japanese girl, but she's almost twenty-three, by the way. But she has expressed other desires that have made us very worried hence us calling you in," said Simon changing the subject.
“It sounds like she needs a proper shrink rather than someone like me?”
"That might be the case, but that involves medical records and all that stuff. We just want her to be happy in her life. We'd like you to spend some time with Mia and try to connect with her. She saw you at that Trans Club a few weeks back and loved your makeup. We saw the photos that she took of you that night. That gives you something in common that a shrink won't have."
Then Miranda added.
"If you recommend that Mia goes to see a shrink, then that's the course, we'll go down but, there is very little we can do as she is an adult."
I saw their point as I sipped the Coffee. It was as strong as Miranda had indicated.
"I think I had better meet Mia and see what is wrong. It might not be easy, but I'm willing to give it a try."
“That’s all we ask,” said Miranda.
“She’s upstairs in her rooms,” said Simon.
I stood up and walked towards the door. Miranda joined me as we climbed the stairs.
“Lunch is in an hour. Please come and find us and you can share your initial conclusions,” she said when we reached the top of the stairs.
“I very much doubt that I’ll have much to say after such a short time.”
“I perfectly understand that. Whatever you have to share will be most helpful.”
Miranda pointed to a door on the left.
“That’s Mia’s room. She is expecting you. Just go straight in.”
I tapped on the door more out of courtesy than anything. I didn't hear a response, so I went inside.
Mia was sitting at a dressing table with her back to me. She was brushing her hair. I was immediately struck by the fact that the mirror had been covered by a large towel. It was as if she could not bear to see her face.
“Mia?” I said softly.
Mia stopped brushing her hair and turned toward me. I found myself looking at a Japanese Anime character. The large featureless eyes hid her face entirely.
For half a second, I found it strangely attractive. Then I looked at her clothes.
As I'd been told, she looked very much like a teenager from Japan. The white blouse, the pleated blue red tartan skirt, the over-the-knee socks, and the high-heeled Mary Jaynes. She looked like the perfect schoolgirl only the pigtails were missing.
The white gloves that adorned her hands seemed rather odd until I remembered my research from a few days before. Wearing gloves was a common practice amongst teenage girls in Japan.
She held out her gloved hand for me. I took it and immediately felt that there was something smooth under the glove.
"Hello, Toyah. It is nice to see you again."
"Hello, Mia. I know that we are supposed to have met, but with that mask on, I can't tell one way or another."
She ignored me.
“Do you like how I look?”
“Mia, you look great. Great for a fifteen-year-old. Why are you hiding?”
“It is a long story.”
“I have plenty of time.”
She shook her head.
“Did they say that?”
“More or less.”
"Daddy wants to send me away. I'm not doing anything wrong. I just want to be left alone to be myself."
This was going to be a hard nut to crack if I could that is.
“I’m here to try to find out why you want to look like this? This isn’t Japan, is it?”
"No, but I like looking like this. It makes me happy."
Talking to a mask that didn't move its lips or had eyes that blinked was a bit disconcerting.
"Talking to a face that does not move is hard work. Would you remove the mask for me, please?"
Mia didn't react for several seconds. Then after putting down the hairbrush, she removed the mask.
She was effing beautiful. At least her face was. She'd done her makeup perfectly. It matched what I'd been wearing at the club, right down to the fake beauty spot on her cheek.
“Thank you. You have got the look I normally go for at the club perfectly.”
“I hope you don’t mind? When ‘they’ told me that you were coming, I couldn’t resist.”
Her voice was soft. Her black hair was slightly disheveled from wearing the mask.
I sensed an opportunity to try to make her relax.
“May I brush your hair?”
She nodded her head just a little bit. It was clear that she was nervous about the whole thing.
I picked up her hairbrush and began to gently brush her hair. After a minute or so, she visibly relaxed.
“Is that good?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop.”
The more I brushed her hair, the more she relaxed. Her hair was black and shiny and cut in a style that would be very common in Japan. She’d emphasised the outer corners of her eyes in an attempt to give them an oriental slant.
Mia had, in my opinion completely adopted a Japanese schoolgirl plus anime persona. My immediate dilemma was that she looked perfectly at home with it. That was the thing that was troubling her parents.
It was then that I noticed something under her blouse. Then I remembered feeling something under her white-gloved hand. Mia was wearing a latex bodysuit.
“Mia,” I said as I carried on brushing her hair.
“Do your parents know that you are wearing latex?”
Her body stiffened up in a flash.
“Shhhh. I'm not going to tell them if you don't want me to."
Gradually, she relaxed again.
“You look pretty good so why?”
“I was initiated into it.”
“What like a sorority?”
“Sort of but worse.”
“Worse? How?”
“We had to dress like this to please the house mistress.”
“Just for the initiation?”
Mia shook her head.
"All the time. For the last three years of my course except when Mum and Dad came to visit."
"Did this include the undersuit?"
Again, she nodded her head.
“That must have been difficult.”
"It was at first. Then, gradually your body adapts. Then it became the norm. Now I feel totally naked and exposed without it on during the day."
Some memory of her past triggered her body to shudder. That told me that there was more to this than meets the eye. It was also obvious, that it was not going to be easy to extract the truth from Mia.
We talked for almost two hours but even then, I knew that I was just brushing the surface of this incredibly complicated woman.
I wandered downstairs hoping, that I wasn't too late for some lunch. Mia and I had talked longer than I'd anticipated. Almost two hours had passed in a virtual flash.
Miranda was in the kitchen looking at something on her laptop.
"Oh, there you are, Toyah. How did it go?"
"Mia is a very interesting and complex young woman. It is clear to me that something happened to her in Japan that has deeply affected her."
“We didn’t know.”
"She just does not want to talk about it. I've got a few bits of information that I can work on."
"Oh, what?"
“If you don’t mind Miranda, I’d rather not speculate about what it might be. Debating hard facts are a lot better than speculation don’t you think?”
Miranda didn’t answer right away.
“I suppose so.”
Then she said,
“Do you think that you can help her?”
“I do but it is going to take some time. A Psychiatrist could do it just as well as me though.”
“Is that your recommendation then?”
"That's not what I said, is it? I was giving you an out if you wanted it."
Miranda smiled.
“There was a bit of a glint in your eye just now.”
“I have to admit that Mia does present an interesting if not unique problem and yes, I’d love to carry on working with Mia if you want me to that is?”
“I think we do. I discussed things with Simon earlier and he’s happy to let me decide.”
“Ok, but there is one thing that has been troubling me.”
Miranda smiled.
“About you being a man underneath that?”
“Yes. Does it matter?”
“Toyah, I have to admit that I was a bit concerned at first. When Mia said that she’d met you at a Tranny Club, I had all sorts of visions of… well, you know, a man in drag. But the moment I saw you, I realised that you were … more like the real deal.”
“I could never be the real deal. I’ll always be an impostor in the eyes of an awful lot of people out there in the big bad world.”
“Don’t say that Toyah. From where I sit, I think you make a very presentable if slightly eclectic woman in her late 20’s.”
“Thanks for the compliment. This is all a façade at the moment. Being a counselor who deals mostly with marriage problems, my clients might not take kindly to being confronted by this version of me. My Bosses tend to agree.”
“That’s rather sad, isn’t it?”
“It is but that’s life, I’m afraid.”
I left their home just as I had arrived, in the Range Rover. My visit had tempted me professionally but at the same time, it was troubling me. As I stepped onto the train to London, I was not sure what it was. All I knew was that I needed to do a lot more thinking and research before I did anything else as far as Mia was concerned.
[to be continued]
My journey home from Sunningdale was plagued with worry. A thousand and one questions were buzzing around my brain. They were a mix of questions relating to me, but mostly they were to do with Mia. When the train stopped at Staines, I knew that professionally, I was about to get very much out of my depth but there was more, far more.
I finally admitted to myself that I fancied Mia by the time the train stopped at Clapham Junction. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I only just got off the train in time as the doors started to close. As I headed for my London Overground train to Shepherds Bush, I decided to at least get home before I made another mistake and fell under a train or a bus.
The problem was that sitting opposite me on the train to West London, was what appeared to be a Japanese schoolgirl wearing much the same clothes as Mia had worn earlier. I did a double-take just to make sure that it wasn't actually Mia. It wasn't so I buried my head in a copy of that mornings, 'Metro' free newspaper.
Thankfully, she didn’t get off the train at my stop but that experience only added to my self-doubts.
As much as I tried, I couldn't settle down once I'd gotten home, so I started writing down a list of questions about Mia in an email to her parents. I finally pressed send, at just after 01:30 the following morning. I was tired but couldn't sleep. Thankfully, it was the weekend, so I could lie in as long as I'd liked in the morning.
I was awakened a little after nine by a banging on the door to my flat.
"Go away," I muttered, but they didn't do as I asked so, I had to get up.
Before I could answer the door, I had to get decent because I normally sleep in a nightdress. Today, it was one of my favourite kimono style. I threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of trousers and opened the door.
It was Mia.
“Mia? What are you doing here?”
She said something in Japanese and dashed past me into my home. Reluctantly, I closed the door and followed her into the kitchen.
“Sorry. I spoke Japanese for so long that it has sort of become my default language.”
"That's all right. Why are you here, and how did you find my address? Do your parents know where you are?"
"I'm not a little child. I'm an adult, and no, they don't know where I am. They were at some function last night and didn't get home until three. I snuck out at first light and walked to the station, and … here I am. Dad had your file on his desk. That's how I knew where to come."
I’d sort of recovered my senses a bit.
“Coffee?”
“Tea. I only drink tea.”
“Ok, I’ll put the things on to brew while you tell me what you are doing here.”
Mia sat down on one of the two kitchen stools, that I possessed and watched me put the kettle on and get the coffee percolator going.
“Ok,” I said when I’d placed a mug of tea on the table in front of her.
“Start at the beginning and explain what happened from the time I left yesterday until you arrived here today.
"After you left, Mum and Dad got into a big row. That isn't uncommon. It was about what it always is, money or rather the lack of it. Dad's business is not what it once was. Being away most of the time hid that from me but since I've been back, it has been clear that there isn't a lot of money coming in. They've even sold a David Hockney picture that has been around for years, and years. I did some searching and found that it sold for just under fifty thousand. Then there was a Henry Moore statue thing that went for eighty thousand dollars in New York."
Mia took a deep breath.
"Anyway, they rowed about the lack of income and me. They, don't want to pay you for more than a couple of visits. Then they want to get me under a shrink at the local clinic with a view of getting me some treatment. That would give them control of my money."
“Money?”
“Yeah. My Gran… Dad's Mum and my Mum never really got on. Mum loves shopping in places like Bond Street. Gran left me everything in her will. Because I was studying abroad, I signed a power of attorney giving them control of my estate should I be deemed incapable of managing my own affairs.”
Her words hit home. I’d been played by this innocent-looking woman that was sitting in front of me.
“You tricked your parents and then me just to bring this to a head?”
"Sorry, but I had to. It wasn't all an act though. I love dressing like I was yesterday. It just makes me happy, but things came to a head sooner than I realised. As I said, they went out last night to some event where Dad was hopefully going to seal a record deal for one of his artists.
When they returned, Dad was blaming Mum for getting pissed and coming on to the manager of this band of tuneless babes that have to rely on autotune to even sound half decent. Those were his words. That was it as far as I was concerned. I left early this morning and came here to see you and to tell you everything. I'm so sorry for misleading you like I did yesterday."
Then she reached over and took my hand.
"I had it all planned out, but when you started brushing my hair, I just felt good. Please don't get me wrong, but I got the feeling that you felt good doing it."
She'd got me there. Picking up the hairbrush was a spur of the moment thing, but I'd enjoyed the simple act of brushing someone else's hair.
“Was what you told me about this initiation a bunch of lies?”
Mia shook her head.
"It was all true. I'd always loved dressing up as a young child. Mum's never-ending stream of designer clothes was pure heaven for me. Then to get the chance to become one of the groups of Anime girls when I was in Japan was perfect. I felt like I’d gone to heaven."
The smile disappeared from her face.
“Is something wrong?”
"Yes. It was only later that I found out that we were expected to perform for businessmen during the holidays."
“By perform, you mean have sex with them?”
“No, in some respects, worse.”
Mia dived into the large sports bag that she’d brought with her and pulled out her phone. She did some magic on it and then held it so that I could see.
"We were expected to become statuesque dolls. That's where I had my first experience of latex and… bondage. The bondage was mostly Japanese Rope Bondage. Very ornate and designed to incapacitate the victim but without pain that is normally associated with bondage."
She started a video playing. It was pure porn but without the sex act. At least, that is what I thought as it played out before my very eyes.
The scene showed Mia putting on a Latex bodysuit and being bound and gagged by a masked woman. At the end of the prelude, there were four others just like her standing at the corners of a large table while a bunch of middle-aged Japanese businessmen ate, got drunk and generally misbehaved. All four living dolls were dressed as babies and even had dummies in their mouths. Their legs and arms had been bound, with copious amounts of rope making it impossible for them to move.
“That’s so… sad.”
"It is, but it paid handsomely, and there was no abuse or sex."
“No woman should have to go through that sort of thing.”
“Not even for five thousand pounds a weekend?”
I didn’t need to think.
“No, not even for that.”
Then I added,
“This video, is it on any of the porn hubs?”
"No, but you can find it if you search with the right terms."
“Then there is a chance that your parents won’t find out about it?”
The colour drained from Mia’s face.
“They know about some of it. When they came to Japan to see me graduate, one of these businessmen approached Dad and offered to buy me and for me to become his Japanese wife.”
“What do you mean ‘Japanese wife’?”
“Oh, to have my eyes and nose done so that I would look like a Japanese woman.”
“You said that as if it would not be a problem?”
"After a while, you get fed up with being the foreigner, and outsider even if you speak the language perfectly. To overcome this, I started trying to make myself look more Japanese, and it worked. That led to me being invited into their equivalent of a sorority. I was their first non-Japanese member."
"If you loved that life so much, why didn't you stay in Japan after you graduated?"
Mia laughed.
"You don't know Japanese society as I do. I could be expected to marry a company man who might be twenty years older than me if I wanted to get anywhere. No thanks. Those weekends might have been lucrative but were a real turn off for me when it comes to the males of their society."
Then Mia asked,
“Do you want me to make you up like I was yesterday? I know that you liked it.”
How did she know that?
“Won’t your parents be beating a path to my door any moment now?”
"Nah. Mum has booked to spend the day at the Spa. Dad is going to the races just down the road, at Ascot. They probably won't realise I'm not there until tomorrow."
I needed some time to think.
“Can you make us some breakfast while I get properly dressed?”
Mia grinned.
“Oh goody. Toyah is making herself beautiful for me!”
“Nothing of the sort. In case you hadn’t noticed, you woke me up.”
I didn’t wait for a reply as I headed for my bedroom.
Normally, it would take me just a few minutes to get dressed but this was not a normal Saturday and Mia would be expecting to see Toyah rather than Vincent. I left applying any makeup until later. I debated re-attaching my fake breasts but decided just to wear a bra with them inside. I needed more than one dose of caffeine to get my thinking straight. I knew one thing deep down inside and that Mia was trouble. My problem was that I liked her. She might be a bit strange, but inside there was a good woman.
I stepped into an old skirt that I only ever wore around the house. It had seen better days, but I liked it, and was comfortable, and at the moment, that was more important than looks. My closet was a bit empty of clean tops so I rummaged and found my old tunic top. This was good as it had pockets for things. The lack of pockets was one thing I hated about most clothes made for women. Designers seem to think that we carry our handbags everywhere we go, even inside our homes. Sometimes, just being able to put something in a pocket like a phone makes life so much easier. A quick brush of my hair, and I was done for now.
Mia had made some more tea and was busy with some toast. She'd found the pot of Blackcurrant Jam in my fridge although, I nearly tut-tutted when she put vegetable spread on the toast and then used the same knife to get the Jam from the pot. Thankfully, there wasn't much jam left to go moldy from the bits of spread and toast that would inevitably get left behind in the jam jar.
I tried to stop myself from being so picky, and downright negative, but the sight of Mia made that very hard to do.
“I need to send an email to your parents,” I said as I sat at the table.
Mia stopped spreading jam and looked at me.
“Why?”
“I’m going to tell them I can’t work for them any longer and that they don’t have to pay me for yesterday.”
“Why? We were getting along so well?”
“Conflict of Interest.”
“I don’t understand?”
"Let me send the email, and then I'll tell you."
I opened up my laptop and quickly composed the email. I read it twice and made a couple of minor changes before hitting 'send'. I closed the laptop and put it back on the counter.
“There is a conflict of interest because of this.”
I leaned forward and kissed her. After a moment of surprise, she responded.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” said a slightly breathless Mia when we broke apart.
"Me neither, but seeing you making breakfast tipped me over the edge."
We ate our toast in silence. Both of us were thinking about what to do next.
“What do we do now?” asked Mia as she finished off her tea.
I just didn't want this moment to end. I could imagine myself sitting across the breakfast table from her for the rest of my life. Then reality struck. Which version of me would that be?
“I don’t know. Perhaps we should get to know each other a bit better?”
Mia grinned.
“Like doing the washing and cleaning together then?”
I laughed.
“Not exactly. Perhaps we could go out together and do some window shopping. That way we can see what each other likes and dislikes. I need to get some food in for starters. My almost empty fridge is a dead giveaway.”
Mia didn't respond, so I gave her a prompt.
“What about you? What do you want to do?”
She sighed.
“I had all these grand ideas then… then you went and kissed me.”
“Yeah, life sucks at times.”
"It was nice if a little unexpected."
I tried again.
“What did you bring in your bag? It seems rather a lot for a brief visit?”
“Who said that it is going to be brief?”
“What if I’d not been here when you rang? What then?”
Mia shrugged her shoulders.
“I didn’t think things through very well at all did I?”
Mia was perfectly right. What made it worse was that I was doing just the same. I was letting my feelings for Mia get in the way of everything else.
Together, we tidied up the flat, and I began to get dressed. Mia came into my room and held up an outfit.
“Will you wear this for me?”
It was a replica of her Japanese Schoolgirls outfit from my first meeting with her.
I was stunned for a few seconds. Then I took it from her.
“What about you?”
“I have mine with me. We can look like sisters.”
“I don’t have a wig that is even remotely right for this look.”
Mia laughed.
“I have one of those as well.”
"You thought of everything, didn't you?"
"Nearly. I left my under-suit at home."
“Isn’t that a bit dangerous? Won’t your parents find it?”
Once again, Mia laughed.
"That place is pretty old, circa 1860. There is a back staircase that had been boarded up, in the 1960s. I found it when I was a child. Mum didn't like me dressing up in her clothes, so she used to lock her bedroom door to keep me away but being the inquisitive sort, I found a way to get into her bedroom. That old staircase leads into all the main bedrooms and was used by servants in the old days..”
I smiled.
“And that’s where you keep your stash of things, that you’d rather not them find?”
“Yeah. Several suits and all my bondage gear.”
"What? You have your own set of bondage gear?"
“Well… some of it. The rest is in storage in Tokyo.”
Mia didn’t hesitate in showing me photos of her collection of items.
“Even this is more than the ‘Play Room’ in Fifty Shades?”
"Mere amateurs. That apology for a series of books and films is strictly for amateurs. This is a serious bit of kit. It wasn't cheap either but the earnings from a couple of my bondage weekends easily paid for it."
I looked at Mia, and her whole body was alive. It was as if she was a different person.
“This is the real Mia, isn’t it?”
“Mistress Oki at your service should you so desire. Oki means ‘Master’ or in this case ‘Mistress Mistress’.”
Mia bowed.
A shiver went down my spine. Here was someone who could look like a sweet innocent schoolgirl but, was in reality a Dominatrix.
“Is that what you want to do with your life?”
“Something like that. Is that so wrong?”
“It is hardly conventional, is it?”
“Humiliating men is hardly mainstream, is it?”
Mia laughed.
"No men. Only women are allowed, and they are not humiliated in any way. I'd train them to be better lovers and to give as good as they get in bed with their lover be they male or female. They would be the perfect companion for the modern man. They would be able to hold their own in social gatherings and give their man the time of his life in bed. Some of that would involve a bit of dominating but in a loving way."
“What about me? Do you want to tie me up?”
“You are different. Ever since I saw you at the club, I have been confused. Part of me wants to let you experience some of the Japanese Bondage I’ve been taught but since we met, I just want to be with you.”
The words 'be with you', threw me. As far as I knew, those three words had never been said about me or to me in the past.
I was rather uneasy. Mia sensed this.
“Lets’ get dressed and made up and we can go out together as friends.”
I hoped that being friends would suffice for a few hours at least. Deep down, I knew that I wanted more but was not sure what ‘more’ was.
I disappeared off to get a shower and have a shave. I heard Mia speaking Japanese to someone but didn’t think anything more of it. All I could think of was spending the day with her.
[to be continued]
Getting dressed for our shopping expedition was the easy part. I fretted over the makeup but thankfully, Mia had come prepared with more than just the clothes. Applying makeup to her standards was OTOH a different experience so I let her take over. By the time she was done, we both had very pale, almost white faces, thick black brows, ruby red lips and black eyes with lots of emphasis on the outer parts. We also wore pairs of the thickest and longest false lashes that I’d ever seen.
“There,” she pronounced.
“We could be sisters!”
She wasn’t wrong. I was very impressed at the skills that Mia possessed with makeup. She made my attempts at looking like Toyah look just feeble by comparison.
She gave us both black beauty marks on our cheeks. One on her left and one on my right. It just seemed fitting.
Her final act was to paint my nails black and red just like hers. I was a miserable failure at applying nail polish but once again, she did mine like an expert. At that moment, I didn’t want the day to ever end.
Our shopping trip was to my immense surprise, a lot of fun once I had gotten used to being photographed every few seconds, I relaxed and we even began to play to the crowd a few times with curtseys and even kissing for the cameras. I was the dumb one but Mia played to the crowd and was clearly enjoying herself. Our makeup provided the perfect mask that hid our real selves from the outside world.
We browsed for a couple of hours starting in Bond St and working our way east, until we found ourselves in Soho. My feet were starting to complain and my stomach rumble when Mia said,
“Come on darling, there is a shop I want you to see,” said Mia as she dragged me towards a plain blue door that was nestled between a betting shop and an Asian Supermarket.
Mia rang the bell and we were buzzed in. I hesitated but Mia grabbed my arm and almost dragged me up the wooden stairs. The door shut with a solid thud behind us. I hoped that it wasn’t too ominous.
At the top of the stairs, a door opened and an oriental woman emerged.
Mia said a few words in Japanese. In amongst it, I heard my name mentioned.
“Welcome to my humble store,” said the woman in English. Then she bowed.
I returned the compliment and Mia laughed.
“I am Aki. Mia and I are friends from Tokyo.”
"Pleased to meet you, Aki," I mumbled.
Aki led us into what I initially thought of as a shop but was more like a home, a Japanese home.
“Please sit,” said Aki.
There were no chairs to be seen but there were several cushions scattered about on the floor.
Mia and I sat while Aki made the tea. It gave me the chance to look at Aki. She was like most Japanese, small in stature, very, very thin but with well-defined breasts. From their movement, I guessed that she was not wearing a bra under her silk dress. What a dress it was. It seemed more Chinese in style than Japanese. From the high collar right down to the very tight skirt that ended just above ankle height. On her feet was a pair of black flats that seemed to be covered in the same silk as her dress. Her hair was pinned up like a Geisha. Her pale makeup was similar to ours.
Aki poured us the tea in silence. Only when Aki had taken a sip from her cup did Mia speak.
“Toyah knows about my time in Japan.”
Aki visibly relaxed.
“Ah. You wish to experience a Master at work?”
"I am not sure. Mia did not say what she wanted. All she said was that this was a shop that we should visit."
Aki laughed.
"Always the mistress of misdirection were you not Mia."
“I am a mere pupil when compared to yourself.”
"You exaggerate, my friend. You are as good as me."
Mia did not answer.
“How can I help you?” asked Aki.
“Aki, I have made my decision. I would like to become a Living Doll.”
I had no idea what that meant. Aki didn't react at all. Not one muscle moved in her body.
After almost a minute, Aki turned to me.
"Toyah, Mia embarked on a path to enlightenment when she was in Japan. I thought that she might had fallen off that path since she returned from Japan, but it is clear to me that she needed some time to consider her future in the world. I get the feeling that you may have cured her of her errant ways."
"I am sorry, Aki, I have no idea what you are talking about?”
"That is not a problem. It is clear that you are in the dark about our life and what she wants to become."
"Thank you for your understanding, Aki."
“Mia, would you like to enlighten Toyah as to what you want to do.”
Mia looked at me for several seconds before speaking.
"A living doll is someone who lives with their person of choice. They are devoted to them, and the service, of them for the rest of their life. They are a servant, a sexual partner or anything that their owner wants them to be. They also appear to be doll-like at all times. For Mia, I know that her current look is not enough. With my assistance, she has ordered a new suit from Japan. It will be here in a few weeks.”
I didn't know what the term 'new suit' meant, but Mia with her already doll-like features and tiny waist, was good enough for me, but the term 'owner' did worry me. For a while I wondered if it was a new latex suit but then I was sure that she could have ordered one of them from a number of UK suppliers.
Then… a few of Aki’s words hit me right in the stomach.
“Hold on a moment, owner?”
"Toyah, there is a Japanese word for it, but it does not translate very well. Not owned as in having paid money for.”
“More like a guardian then?” I asked.
“Yes. That is a better word,” said Aki.
"Please continue, Mia,"
"My guardian would control every aspect of my life in return, I serve them without question. I am seen and not heard. I do not speak unless I am spoken to. At weekends, I would dress in traditional Japanese Geisha clothes unless my owner/guardian wanted otherwise or when I would be required to accompany her to an event or something. At other times, I would dress much as you saw me when we first met. I would wear the mask or my suit at all times if my guardian would permit it.”
She took a breath.
“I am to cook and look after my guardian and tend to her every need.”
“Hold on a moment. You have said her or she?”
Aki smiled.
"What Mia is saying is that she wants to be your Living Doll. Living Dolls only work with other women.”
I was stunned by those words from Mia. I knew that Mia fancied me, but this was, as they say, a whole different ballgame.
“I don’t know what to say,” I muttered.
"There is a financial consideration to be mentioned," said Aki in an expressionless voice.
“Hold on a moment,” I said.
The two other women looked at me.
"Firstly, Aki, I am not a woman. I'm still a man underneath all this."
"That does not matter, Toyah. You have the aura of a woman. I detected that the moment you came into my domain. In your heart, you are a woman. Am I right?” asked Aki.
"Yes, but…"
“Toyah…,” said Aki.
“My first guardian was just like you. Part of the job of a living doll is to make that person the best woman they can ever be. That person is now a companion and wife to a billionaire.”
“Money isn’t everything,” I said as I remembered how the marriages of so many people foundered over money.
"Indeed, it isn't. That is why you were chosen, to be the mentor for Mia. There is a Japanese word for it, but mentor, guru, a teacher is close enough. Please do not get it confused with someone like the Master of a Dojo. There is a difference," said Aki.
"I sense that I was lured, here today?"
“You are correct. I am here for one more week before returning to my duties as a living doll in a very remote part of Hokaido. However, I was sure that Mia would come here today. She confirmed it earlier with a phone call after you had agreed to go shopping with her.”
“But? You are free to do whatever you want?” I remarked.
“That is true. I choose to be with my guardian but I have duties to perform with the family of living dolls. My guardian is very supportive of those duties. If there was no one like me, then the family would die out. It nearly happened with the true Geisha. I am training one of my guardian's children to be my successor as head of our clan.”
“What do I need to do?” I asked hoping that a chasm didn’t open up beneath me.
Aki and Mia tittered like the chorus in the Mikado opera.
“Mia has been schooled in duties she is to perform. She will serve your every need from waking in the morning until you sleep at night. She will bathe you, dress you, cook for you, clean for you, entertain you in any way you desire. This, is her desire, a desire to serve."
I looked at Mia. She radiated happiness for the first time since I’d met her… Was that only one day ago? The change in her attitude and everything confused me.
“Mia, all those things you did at your parents and what you told me about them? Was it a lie?”
“I do not lie. I may bend the truth at times. If I am asked, directly, I must tell the truth. It is how I have been trained. The truth is that my parents are broke and want to marry me off to a rich music producer dude in return for a share of that producer’s business, or get me committed and therefore gain access to the legacy left to me by my grandmother.”
Aki looked a bit angry at her choice of words.
“Those were the very words that my father used. I do not lie. He was telling my mother about the plan but I listened in.”
Aki relaxed.
“This ‘dude’ is not a nice person. He has armed bodyguards and is involved with some not very nice characters in the drugs world. I saw for myself when he came to our house for dinner where I was introduced to him. That was when I knew where my true future lay. I have been delaying things for several months until… I saw you, Toyah.”
“Your parents are desperate to get control of you and by implication, your inheritance,” I said.
“Then you must marry Mia,” said Aki without a hint of emotion.
“Then they cannot get control of her life.”
I was motionless. My brain was working overtime and failing to make sense of all the much that it contained.
“It takes time to organise a wedding. Getting a license for starters. Then finding a place for the ceremony.”
"It is all done," said Aki.
I was learning that when Aki spoke, she was 100% sure about the truth of her words.
“When?”
“Today at four.”
“Today? What about getting changed? I can hardly get married looking like a schoolgirl!” I said with more than a hint of panic in my voice.
“That is not your problem. It has been organised. All that is needed is for you to sign a form that changes your name.”
“Change my name?”
"For you to be a guardian of a living doll, you must have a Japanese name. I have selected Tamiko Toyah Ando. Mia has already changed her name. That was done when she was in Japan when she started on this journey. Tell your guardian what it is?"
“From now on, I am to be called Yuiko Takimoto. That is the name on my passport but my parents do not know that. They know nothing about this and could not understand that I am doing what I want and not what they think is best for me.”
I glanced at my watch. It read 14:18.
“There is little time to waste,” said Aki.
She clapped her hands, and two traditionally dressed women appeared as if from nowhere.
“Let them make you look perfect for the ceremony,” said Aki.
That was it. I was getting married. The thought of it terrified me, but at the same time, I had to admit to myself I was pretty smitten with Mia or Yuiko as she wanted to be called. Smitten was the wrong word. I just wanted to be with her. If that meant doing this then I wasn’t going to argue against it. I did wonder if it was going to end in failure but as I was being prepared for my nuptials, it didn’t matter very much. Emotion is a powerful drug.
At five minutes to four, a taxi deposited Ali and myself outside the Westminster Register Office. I’d been transformed into a Japanese woman. My hair had been extended and was pinned up like a geisha. My face was totally white, my lips red, and I looked out through false eyelashes on top and bottom lids. My eyes were lined in kohl, which was something that I'd never managed to do properly myself. In my eyes were some contact lenses that made my eyes look a lot larger and much darker. My normal grey eyes were not striking enough. I'd been dressed in a traditional Japanese wedding outfit. I had to admit that I did look pretty good. I felt good as well.
Another taxi drew up, and Yuiko emerged with one of the women who had been charged with preparing us for the wedding. She looked radiant in her traditional geisha dress. She even wore white socks and wooden Japanese clogs that elevated her to my height. Her eyes looked even larger than before. The even bigger contact lenses that she now wore just made her eyes impossible to take your own eyes off.
The Wedding went off without a hitch. Well… I nearly forgot to sign my new name but I corrected myself in time. Habits are very difficult to break. I would have to learn new ones with Yuiko running my life.
Aki and her companion were the witnesses to our marriage. It was all very surreal, but I got there, and we left the office holding hands. Outside, I kissed my wife. She broke off after a second. Then she whispered.
"Later, my wife, later."
The tone of her voice held out a promise that things would be more entertaining later.
"What do we do now?" I asked, still at a loss about what happened next.
“We go to our new home,” said Yuiko.
“What about my old place?”
"That will be cleared and sold before the end of the month. Properties in that part of London sell very quickly. All your important things will be packed up and delivered to your new home," said Yuiko.
“Where is this place?”
“That is for later,” said Yuiko.
"Now, we must eat."
Neither of us had eaten much that day, so I didn't object.
A taxi took us to a Japanese restaurant in Mayfair. We were the only customers, but it was clear that Aki was known to the management so I sensed that it was all pre-arranged like the wedding.
The food was magnificent as I would have expected. What I didn't expect was that Yuiko started to feed me. When I tried to do anything, she tapped my wrist. It was all rather surreal, but a day as your wedding day should be, a day that I would never forget.
We spent that night in a top London Hotel. Yuiko made love to me for what seemed like hours. It was the most sensual thing I had ever experienced. Her very slow and passionate lovemaking was something the likes of which that I’d never experienced before.
The next morning, once again dressed and made up to look like twin sisters, a car took us to our new home. Yuiko had me put a table tennis ball in my mouth to stop me speaking. I was learning just how my ‘Living Doll’ was in charge of me and my life. While in the presence of others, she would remain silent unless asked a direct question but when it came to organising any journey or event then that was her domain entirely. I would get no say in the matter. That was just one of the many little things that I’d have to learn to live with.
Our new home was located just outside of Oxford. There was no mortgage as it had been bought by Aki for us. She had also furnished in traditional Japanese style. The exception was the converted garage. That's where Yuiko reigned supreme and was where she was able to break free of her self-imposed living doll lifestyle and practice her bondage on me.
I wanted for nothing. The mistress of our house was Yuiko. She would go for days without speaking, but there was no mistaking who was the boss. Her eyes did the talking for her. I was learning Japanese much to the enjoyment and often titillation of Yuiko. She refrained from commenting on my bad accent. It was not her place to do that. I let her be free in what she wore each day. No matter what clothes she wore, she was always masked, unless we needed to talk or go out of the house.
When her suit arrived from Japan, it was a day of great excitement for Yuiko. She acted like a little child as I opened the box.
Inside was a full-body suit complete with a full mask and hair and even hands. The wearer would be encased by it.
I watched with awe as Yuiko put the suit on. I was involved only at the very end, where I closed the seam at the back. Her face was the same as the anime mask, that I'd seen on that first day but different. It was more accentuated in every respect especially the eyes.
The suit was very much intended to be worn for long periods. The mouth part could be opened allowing the wearer could eat and drink. Other receptacles catered for the use of the toilet.
After an hour, I released Yuiko from the suit.
“How was it?” I asked.
Her beaming smile told me everything I needed to know.
“The breathing tubes that go up my nose tickle, and my vision is very limited, but I'll get used to them in time."
I looked at the inside of the mask. I could see the breathing tubes but was not totally convinced about them.
“Will those tubes work for you?” I asked.
“They will in time. It is just a matter of getting used to them.”
The tone of her voice told me that they were her final words on the subject. My wife was a woman of few words but those words generally had purpose.
Part of the delivery from Japan were a package of contact lenses. These made our eyes look even larger than with the other lenses.
Over the next few weeks, she wore the suit for longer and longer periods. Her choice of clothes for us to wear on a daily basis was very much like those worn by the Japanese teenagers we saw on YouTube. I began to love looking like a schoolgirl and being looked after by another schoolgirl. Her suit allowed us to have sex but without the danger of Yuiko becoming pregnant. It seemed that everything had been thought of in the design and construction of it. The exception was on a Sunday. Then she’d dress me in a kimono with all the trimmings including wooden shoes. Some might have called it extreme dressing up but it was our life. Yuiko’s final act was to bind my arms in a prayer position behind my back. Then she’d take delight in feeding me Sushi.
The rigid bounds that my life had become took some getting used to but I grew to like living within those limits. I had a sense that there was a goal to the way our life together was evolving but Yuiko was as just enjoying the moment as my ‘guardian’.
I started learning the art of embroidery. Soon, many of our day costumes had little embellishments. Mostly they were of the many flowers that were native to Japan.
My Japanese tuition proceeded well, and Yuiko was left to criticise me on my appaling Tokyo street accent. After six months, we simply gave up speaking English to each other. I knew that I was still making simple mistakes but her patience with my sometimes dismal failures made me love her even more.
They ranted and raved, but got nowhere. Yuiko stood silent with her head bowed all the time they were talking. When they'd run out of steam, I said,
"Yuiko, please tell your parents what you told me yesterday."
Yuiko raised her head and spoke from behind the mask. Her lips didn’t move.
“I am happy here with my wife. I love her and look after her every need. I want for nothing. Please leave us alone to live our lives in peace. We might not be a normal couple by western standards, but it is our life to live as we please and in peace. The daughter that you wanted to marry off to that fat producer who is old enough to be my father is long gone. I have rejected that life for good.”
Then she dropped her head and refused to speak again.
Her parents left fuming a short while later.
When they had gone, I said to Yuiko,
"Well done, my wife. I think that you deserve to let off some steam."
She responded with a curtsey.
Then she led me downstairs and into her domain.
After much debate which sometimes got a little heated but we compromised just as any married couple would, we ordered another suit from Japan. Yuiko responded by buying me some totally black lenses for my birthday. They made me blind but with her looking after me, it didn’t matter. We trust each other implicitly so these games and situations might seem strange to us but for us it was just normal.
Our rule at home was that other than in the garage, one of us would be suited at all times. I began to understand the life that Yuiko was crafting for us. After the debate about my suit which I learned later was settled by Aki telling Yuiko that she was wrong to deny me, we never spoke a cross word to each other. There was no need. Our lives were defined by a set of rules. I began letting Yuiko speak for me when we were out and I was in my suit. The re-introduction of the table tennis ball told us who was the boss for that trip. Not being able to speak was strange at first but it only served to reinforce my belief in my wife and her belief in me.
My first trip outside with both of us wearing our suits was interesting. Lots of people took our picture as we walked through the centre of Oxford holding hands.
Our life was nowhere near the norm for most people, but it worked for us. Two dolls living together and happy. Even when we were not wearing our suits, we made ourselves up to look like either dolls or schoolgirls. It was just a way of life for us.
Aki came to visit us after we had been married for just over a year and a half. She pronounced herself pleased with our life as dolls and offered us the chance to move to Japan where we would train two sisters who wanted to become dolls themselves. Aki told us that she was proud of us and how our life had evolved and that was the reason for the offer to train two more ‘dolls’.
We agreed in a flash. We didn’t need to discuss it between ourselves it just made perfect sense.
Before we took up the position in Japan, we both had surgery to make our faces appear more Japanese like and to look like twins without our suits and makeup on. The only differentiator was that Yuiko now has a small mole tattooed on her face just to the left of her mouth while I have one on the right. Our suits were modified in a similar manner. When I had recovered from that surgery, I had my breasts done. Yuiko pronounced herself satisfied by the results. That was the only praise I needed.
When we flew to Japan, we appeared to look like two adolescent schoolgirls. Two men on our flight tried to hit on us, but the sight of me giving Yuiko a long passionate kiss, sent them packing.
Our new home is on the island of Hokkaido but a long way from a major city. We spent a month preparing it for our students. The two sisters that we were to instruct, turned out to be a brother and a sister. That made us uniquely qualified to teach them the roles that they would play in their life.
I must end now as Yuiko is preparing a new kimono for me to wear. We are going to a wedding as two sisters and naturally, we have to be perfectly dressed for the occasion. It is a wedding of a Living Doll and her mistress. All the mistresses at the wedding have been told what to wear down to the decoration of their hair including the flowers. Mine is now just about long enough to take the hairstyle required. I am proud to be going to such an event even though I will see none of it.
Yuiko and I had a bet over how the two dolls we were training would fare when Aki came to inspect our work. I lost. My penance is to wear black contact lenses as well as some lenses that make my whole eye appear black for the day. Yuiko will guide me for the whole day.
Life as a living doll would never be boring with Yuiko in charge.
[authors note]
This story was inspired by the articles that appeared in the press in 2017 about Lulu, a living doll in Japan
https://pop-japan.com/culture/lulu-worlds-first-living-doll-...
I see it as a slightly different twist on stories about bodysuits and yes, there is some artistic license when it comes to the marriage part and things like passports and visas. A bit of fantasy never hurt anyone now did it?