Shane was your quintessential gay weeb. His bedroom was covered in anime posters and wall scrolls, book shelves covered with manga and figurines, and worst (or best) of all a Mentaiko body pillow. He spent most of his free time either at the gym or further cementing his weebdom with more anime and manga.

Covered in muscle for his cosplays, his ‘off season’ chub was going strong, especially with the annual cons being canceled, there was no reason to cut. He loved the cosplay attention, but Shane would rather spend his time watching anime than working on a cut. Besides, the gyms were closed anyway.

He had just returned to his apartment from checking the mail, one of the only activities that saw Shane outside as of late. Sorting through the junk, he found a package from his dad.

Shane’s dad was amazing and he loved him. Always supportive of his son in being gay and an anime nerd, his father being a sword and sandal nerd himself. Hearing from his dad always brought a smile to Shane’s face.

He opened the box and found a card. ‘Son, I wish I could have given you this in person for your birthday. Once all of this is over, I am going to fly out and see you. I picked this up for you the last time I was in Tokyo for work. Call me when you get it, love Dad.’

Shane ventured deeper into the box and found a small box with a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a towel labeled for a sento (communal bath) experience. Most weebs would have been offended to receive soap as a present, but to Shane it signaled just how much his father understood his fascination with all things Japanese.

Shane’s father already knew that his son loved getting stuff from Japan. Shane regularly special ordered things from Japan that he could easily find American versions of at the mall. Shane could recall his last order of Japanese underwear and the hustle of unit and size conversations it took to make sure they would fit.

Shane set the box in the bathroom for his next shower and went about his day.

The following morning, Shane awoke and dragged himself out of bed to prepare for his now normal internet meetings for work. He stumbled into the shower after grabbing his first cup of coffee to rediscover the box of soaps from this dad. He smiled and laid out the box.

The soaps smelled great, manly and clean. In the shower, Shane noticed no differences. Once he got out, he noticed that his skin appeared darker, more tan with a golden hue, and his curly light brown hair looked almost black and perfectly straight once dried. He chalked it up to some dyes in the products. He knew Japan had cosmetics with bleaching properties, why wouldn’t they have ones that make you look tan.

Shane’s day went along normally outside of one part. During his first meeting while confirming his attentive attendance, Shane answered in Japanese rather than English. None of his work colleagues were shocked to hear Shane speaking Japanese and he was able to joke it off with lock-down studying. The incident confused him though. Shane rarely spoke any of the Japanese he’d learned once he became an adult.

The following morning, Shane followed the same morning ritual. Today when he got out of the shower, he noticed more physical changes. His skin had darkened to a deeper color, all the hair on his body was now thick black and straight, and his facial features appeared to have altered slightly.

By this point, Shane had a very good idea what was going on. He had no idea how, but he was turning Japanese and somehow the box of soaps from his dad was doing it.

Shane was embarrassed to admit it, but this whole situation turned him on. For years he wished that he could look like one of the beefy bara men that he jacked off to. That night he couldn’t help but jack off to his own reflection, amazed at how hot he looked.

On the third day, Shane made sure to take a picture before his shower to help identify all the differences. He hadn’t planned on all of the changes though. During the shower, his foreskin regrew and his face almost looked full blooded Japanese.

Shane’s normal meetings were fairly normal that day. He kept catching himself start to answer questions in Japanese before returning to English or using Japanese mannerisms. The part that confused him the most was how he would say English words with a Japanese accent.

That night, Shane again jerked off in front of the mirror. Speaking Japanese to himself, feeling up his big dark muscles, loving how masculine he looked.

Day four held the most changes for Shane. He used the last of the soaps in the shower and began to feel lost when he stepped out. He was no longer in his Phoenix apartment. Looking outside, he was amazed at what he saw. He was in Tokyo, Edogawa ward he knew instinctively.

Shane couldn’t believe it, He’d always wanted to come to Tokyo. He was lost in amazement when he received a phone call. He answered in Japanese, “hello?”

“Ryoga, get your butt down here. We’ve gunna be late for drinking.” His boyfriend Yuki was looking up at his apartment.
Memories of meeting Yuki at the auto shop Yuki worked at flooded his head. He could remember the traditional aiozame dye shop that he was apprenticed at and could see the blue stains on hands and arms. “Oh yes, right away.”

“And Ryoga.”

“Yes?”

“Next time you stand gazing out the window, put some pants on!”

Shane, now Ryoga would have been embarrassed before, but Yuki had seen him naked many times before. When he got down to the entrance, he could see the grease still on Yuki’s hands and was instantly turned on. He slyly grabbed Yuki’s ass, now remembering all the times his cock had been buried in it.

Yuki’s face turned bright red. “Not in public!”

Ryoga leaned close to Yuki’s ear, “afraid you’ll get turned on.” Ryoga moved Yuki’s hand to the growing tent in his pants.

Yuki’s face was even redder. He whispered “inside, now” before leading Ryoga into his own apartment.

Once inside, Ryoga didn’t wait to take off his shoes before feeling up Yuki’s ass again. Yuki looked annoyed as he closed the blinds before taking off his pants. “Why can’t you be more mature Ryoga?”

“Your cock doesn’t seem to mind.” Ryoga started stroking Yuki’s hard cock while leaning in for a kiss. Yuki broke the kiss off to get on his knees and take Ryoga’s cock into his mouth. Ryoga moaned deeply.

Yuki’s mouth was good, but Ryoga knew they were on a time table and pushed Yuki off, positioning him on his back to take Ryoga’s cock. Without a word, Ryoga pushed his cock into Yuki’s ass and started stroking Yuki’s cock. Bucking his hips, both men began to moan.

Ryoga looked down at the big man below him and became lost to lust. Working into a feverish pace, neither men could mask their moans. After only five minutes, both men were on the edge. With one final stroke, Yuki began to cum causing his ass to tighten around Ryoga’s cock. The pressure was too much to Ryoga and he released his load into Yuki’s ass.

Ryoga kissed Yuki on the forehead, still panting. “Fast enough for you?”

Yuki rustled Ryoga’s hair, “you horn-dog. Get dressed, we need to leave.”

Later that night at the bar, Ryoga remembered that he had forgot something and pulled his phone out. He quickly snapped a picture of him and Yuki before sending it to his father in America, thanking him for the amazing present.