You woke up to...a spectrum of sensations. It was like being rudely splashed with a bucket of cold water after a nice, long nap, except that you weren't actually splashed. Instead, you were treated with a tangy yet savory taste in your mouth, as you realized that you had a soft mush sitting on top of your tongue, as if you were just eating. It was such a foreign taste that not even your dreams could explain this unique flavor. And besides, it just felt all too real. Even without opening your eyes, you knew that you were no longer in bed. You didn't feel groggy or messy, and were instead greeted with wakefulness and a tidied sense. Perhaps calling this a rude awakening wasn't too far off the mark, yet it felt naturally pleasant.
As you instinctively swallow the contents in your mouth, you slowly open your eyes to reveal a room that you've never seen before. More precisely, you found yourself in a dining area, complete with a couple sets of tables and chairs, countertops with various kitchenware and appliances, and some nice decorative foliage scattered around the room. Further across from you were large panels of windows overlooking a sea of high-rise buildings, informing you that you were also in a high-rise.
As you surveyed your surroundings, you felt a sense of swelling within your throat. You impulsively opened your mouth to release a fairly loud belch, noting the same taste that greeted you a couple moments ago. However, you also noticed a trace of a fishy aftertaste in the air you just expelled. Those suspicions were confirmed when you glanced down to see a lunch box with a couple remaining pieces of sushi left, implying that you were in the middle of consuming this meal before you realized it.
Of course, you knew that it couldn't be true. You were allergic to fish, a fact made clear when you first ate smoked salmon at a house party several years back. The rest of the memory quickly became a blur as you felt feverish and lightheaded afterwards, resulting in an unexpected trip to the hospital and the realization that you couldn't consume fish once again. Yet, you came face-to-face with that taste once more. At first, you felt the need to vomit in order to rid yourself of that miserable experience. However, you quickly realize that you didn't suffer any allergic consequences this time around. Perhaps you were just aware of it now, but it seems you, or at least your body, had already ingested a decent amount of fish, given the half-empty lunch box and the partially sated feeling in your stomach. You thought that you should see if it's true, and proceeded to try eating a piece of sushi, this time in your own volition.
Picking up the sushi proved to be quite an endeavor, as the only "silverware" at your disposal was a set of chopsticks. Eventually, you resorted to stabbing the sushi and eating it off a chopstick like a skewer. You tasted the same savory sensation from before, fully appreciating the range of flavors. It was better than you expected. You assumed that you just felt more comfortable now, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that your palate has changed. You might not be allergic to citrus flavors, but you knew that you hated it before. You certainly didn't dislike it now. Speaking of which, your fingers felt sleeker now, and your nails gave off an unusual looking gleam.
You set down the chopstick and inspected yourself. As suspected, your hands look foreign, a far departure from your usual rough texture. Your arms, which looked far thinner than you imagined, was covered by white collared sleeves with a black cashmere jacket layer on top. A small draft blew across your face, sending shoulder-length strands of hair across your vision. As you brushed them back, you noticed their smooth texture and dark brown color. You were clearly not yourself right now, as you tried to process the rest of the differences within your corporeal form.
The first major difference you noticed was the set of breasts you now had. You certainly couldn't ignore them now, given their weight on your chest, as well as the various garments holding them tightly in place. Further down, you felt a similar compressed sensation in your legs, albeit with a certain degree of stretch. Your ran your hands up and down your legs, experiencing the nylon feel for the first time. The dark color of the nylons were able to conceal some blemishes you found on your legs. However, it did almost nothing to protect you from the cold blast of the air conditioner, and you were perhaps thankful of the black skirt wound tightly around your thighs, containing the modicum amount of body warmth in that region. Of course, you quickly realized that you were now missing your little friend down there.
Perhaps just as shocking as your new sex was your new nationality. You spotted a name tag hanging off the lanyard around your neck. You grabbed the tag enthusiastically, hoping to figure your current identity, only to realize that it was written in a language you can't comprehend. The only detail you can discern was that it was written in Japanese. A quick look around the room also revealed some groups of Japanese text strewn across your surroundings.
You tried pinching your cheeks in an attempt to wake yourself up, but it only resulted in a pair of burning cheeks. For reasons you currently did not know, you were now a Japanese woman presumably working in an office setting. More importantly, you weren't the high school boy living in the US that you were accustomed to.
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