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Raifu Suitchi - End
🕑 Added 2024-05-01 19:53:59 +0000 UTCEpilogue
18 months later
The court case had dragged on and on, but finally, Allen had just witnessed Mr Wantanebe being sentenced to twenty years in prison for kidnapping and a slew of other charges. Watching the man responsible for forcing him to live out the rest of his life as a woman being led away in cuffs, his head bowed in shame, Allen felt torn. On one hand, he was relieved that justice had been served; on the other, he was nervous about his uncertain future. As he tottered out of the courtroom atop his sky-high heels - the only shoes he would ever wear going forward - he was ready to move on with his life.
After escaping the brothel, Allen initially tried to return to life as a man. However, with his high-pitched voice, surgically altered body, and inability to walk in anything but towering heels, he felt ridiculous trying to act like a man. His lawyer also advised him to appear in court enfemme to demonstrate to the jury the extent of his transformation. Adjusting to life as a woman hadn’t been easy, but these days, it wasn’t so bad. Allen had grown accustomed to wearing skirts and heels, making salon appointments, and enduring stares from men on the street. He was now dating Evelyn, who seemed to like his feminized appearance. Since they moved in together a few months ago, the future was looking positive.
Before stepping outside to face a sea of waiting media representatives, Allen checked his appearance in the mirror by the entrance. His makeup was still immaculate from the morning, his hair neatly styled into a shoulder-length bob, and he looked smart, yet sexy in his skirt suit.
Straightening his short skirt, Allen took a deep breath, before stepping out into the bright sunshine. He carefully navigated the stone steps of the courthouse, his heels clicking loudly with each precise, cautious step. Pausing near the bottom, he was momentarily overwhelmed by the barrage of camera flashes and the cacophony of journalists and news reporters shouting his name. The high-profile court case had captivated audiences not only in Japan but across the globe, drawing attention from leading global news outlets.
As the former man adjusted to the glare and noise, a voice from the front row cut through the chaos. "Allen, how do you feel now that the case is finally over? And what will you do next?"
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"Please call me Alina," she declared confidently, ready to deliver her prepared message. "I have been subjected to many hardships - ones I hope no one else ever has to endure. But I'm still here, and I'm grateful that justice has been served, and that those responsible will face an appropriate punishment." She paused, allowing the flurry of camera flashes to capture her poised expression.
"As for what I'll do next, well, firstly, I plan on taking a vacation. Somewhere hot and sunny," she continued, her voice steady despite the media frenzy. "But before that, I’d say it’s time for lunch. I’m starving." She chuckled lightly, breaking the tension. "I’ve heard there's a good ramen place nearby," she added, turning gracefully on her tall heels before tottering away from the courthouse, ready to begin the next chapter of her altered life.
3 years later
In a luxurious apartment in downtown Tokyo - bought thanks to a generous court settlement with the TV network - Alina, her sister Emily, Evelyn, and Sofia were preparing for a night out. It was Alina's birthday, and the girls planned to celebrate in style.
Emily, visiting from Australia, was already dressed and growing impatient. She put down the TV remote, having flipped through the Japanese channels unable to understand a word. "Gee, Al, aren't you ready yet? You've been in there for hours," she moaned loudly from the living room.
Alina popped her head out from the bathroom, wearing a figure-hugging little black dress that strained against her ample chest. "Sorry, Em," she replied, flashing a glossy red smile at her sister. "Be ready in five."
"Yeah right, you said that half an hour ago," Emily retorted with a mock frown.
"Well, beauty takes time, Em," Alina cheerfully chirped back. "You look cute, but are you sure I can't find you a cute dress and some sexy heels?"
"No thanks, Sis," Emily answered, rolling her eyes. "I'll leave the skirts and heels to you. If I tried going out in those killer heels you always wear, I’d probably end up breaking an ankle.”
"Suit yourself," Alina said, glancing down at her legs sheathed in shiny black tights and ending in spiky platform pumps - a sight she had grown quite accustomed to.
"You're definitely going to turn some heads tonight, Al. You look beautiful," Emily said, her tone softening as she surveyed the curvaceous Japanese woman in the sexy black dress - a stark contrast to the brother she once knew.
"Aww, thanks, Em," Alina said, her voice tinged with emotion. "Five more minutes, promise," she added before ducking back into the bathroom, her dress fluttering around her nylon-clad thighs.
Emily scoffed, still adjusting to seeing her brother as a fussing girly girl, before turning her attention back to the TV, knowing that she’d be waiting a while yet.
Once everyone was finally ready, and out the door, the girls headed out to a renowned restaurant located on the top floor of a 5-star hotel. Before entering, Sofia, who often insisted on commemorating moments, found a willing photographer. The group shed their coats and bags, lining up for the picture. It captured four smiling women, dressed up for a night of partying. However, the casual observer might have missed the fact that the large-breasted Japanese woman in the little black dress, balanced on sky-high platforms, was once upon a time an unassuming Australian man named Allen Dolberg.
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With the photo taken, the women ascended in the elevator to find a table by the window awaiting them, offering a spectacular view of Tokyo's central station area. They enjoyed a delicious seafood feast while gazing out at the neon-lit sprawl below. After dinner, cocktail in hand, Alina took a moment to reflect on the dramatic changes the past few years had brought. If someone had told her former self, when he first landed in Japan, that he'd one day be celebrating his birthday as a Japanese woman in a sexy dress, his legs sheathed in sheer black tights and perched on towering six-inch designer pumps, he would have called them crazy. Yet, as Alina looked around the table at the people she loved, she couldn't help but feel genuinely happy.
"Happy birthday, Alina," Evelyn said, leaning over the table to kiss her girlfriend on her pouty red lips, while handing her a small gift.
"What's this?" Alina asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she gave the wrapped package a gentle shake.
"Just a little something. Open it and see," Evelyn replied, her smile warming Alina’s heart.
Carefully, Alina untied the bow and tore open the wrapping paper. Her long black nails, once a hindrance, now adeptly navigated the task. Inside, she found a surprise that touched her deeply yet filled her with nervousness - two first-class tickets to Australia.
"I know you've been wanting to visit home," Evelyn said with a tender shrug. "I thought it was time I met your parents face-to-face. Plus, I've never been to Oz, and I can’t wait for you to show me around."
Suppressing her nerves, Alina's face broke out in a huge grin. "Oh my god, thanks so much, Ev. That’s so thoughtful of you. I’d love to show you around. And I know my parents are going to love you almost as much as I do."
The couple kissed once more before Evelyn leaned in, close to Alina’s ear. "And as for tonight’s gift," she purred. "After you've finished shaking that cute little tush of yours on the dance floor, making every man in the room hard. I’m going to take you home and suck on your juicy nipples until you scream.”
"Eww, get a room," Emily shouted jokingly.
"Yeah," Sofia chimed in. "Your ex-husband is sitting right here."
The comment sent the whole group into a explosion of laughter, sharing a light-hearted moment together.
"But seriously," Sofia added earnestly once the laughter subsided, "I’m really glad you’re happy, Alina. You deserve some happiness after everything that happened." She raised her glass. "Happy birthday, Alina."
"Thanks, Sofia," Alina replied, her eyes sweeping the table with affection. "It’s still pretty painful to think back on some of the things that happened, but there’s one thing I wouldn’t change - that I got to know you and that you’re now a part of my life."
"Stop it, Al," Sofia responded, pretending to fan away tears. "You’ll make me cry."
Emily, sensing the mood was becoming a little too serious, leaned forward with a playful glint in her eye. "Well, ladies," she said, raising her glass. "Sorry to break up this touching moment, but someone promised me a night of fun." She paused for effect, her smile wide. "So, drink up! The next round's on me, and I'm getting us shots!" With that, she downed the rest of her drink and slammed the glass on the table, ready for a night of flirting, dancing, and turning heads wherever they went.
The End
