The Keiko Conspiracy: File 002 (Yuri, non-futa, gender switcheroo)

Story by Hardcover

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Okay, here's the next chapter of The Keiko Conspiracy. The first Keiko was pretty popular, but I fully expect this one to tank, since that's what usually happens. This time out, Keiko-chan starts her first day of school and its not what she expected. She makes some new friends, has fun with an over affectionate art teacher, the mystery of her new life deepens, and something very unexpected and very special happens to Keiko-chan. Downloadable files included. If you like this story, please comment or hit the thank button.

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THE KEIKO

CONSPIRACY:

FILE 002

By Hardcover

I was in a large dark round room. There was no light except for a spotlight directed on me. I could hear the sounds of muttering and whisperings all around me. My hands were shackled in front of me. There was a loud pounding sound, like a hammer striking something, and the noise settled down.

A deep throaty voice bellowed, “Bring forth the accused.”

A light came on, illuminating ridiculously tall judge’s bench and a robed and wigged withered old man sitting at it with a huge oversized gavel, a wigged judge from an English court, not a Japanese one. The peculiar man glared at me with barely disguised contempt. I found myself walking forward. Next to the bench, a middle aged woman in a suit held open a huge book.

She spoke, “Your Honor, the accused Special Agent Mitzuhara Tako, is hereby charged with treason to his country, and treason to his own gender.”

The Judge banged the gavel again, “Despicable! How do we find the defendant?”

From all around me, ghostly voices rang out, and floating white disembodied faces appeared in the darkness above. Hollow eyes staring, mouths moving and shimmering as they spoke, pronouncing their verdict.

“Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!” They said.

I turned back to The Judge in fear, what was going on? How could this be happening? The Judge glared at me with tiny black beady eyes under the oversized English style wig.

“Mitzuhara Tako!” He rasped, “I herby sentence you to . . . CASTRATION!!!”

I gasped in horror, and a huge hole opened in the floor. A massive metal robot, looking like an ungodly cross between The Terminator and a samurai came clanging out of the hole, advancing on me. As it moved there were hisses and groans form it gears and the deep metal thunk of its feet on the floor. A loud repetitive beeping sound could be heard from its chest. It had scissors instead of hands, which clacked together ominously.

“No! This is wrong!” I screamed, “Please, no! I haven’t done anything!”

The robot advanced on me, the beeping sounds getting louder, the scissors clicking together with anticipation. I tried to run but my legs wouldn’t move. I screamed, tears in my eyes and the robot got closer and closer to its goal.

And then, suddenly, I woke with a start, sweat bathing my body. I fell back to the bed; it had all been a dream. I breathed a sigh of relief. It had just been a stupid nightmare. Except that I was still hearing that annoying beeping noise. It took me a second to realize that it was my alarm clock ringing.

It was time to get ready for my first day of school.

The Morning Ritual

It took me a bit to remember and get a grip on where I was. I was back in the pink stuffed animal filled bedroom, and I was now an eighteen year old girl named Keiko. Waking up like this was still disorienting. I threw the pink and white sheets back and slid my bare legs over the side. I was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and a white tank top, that barely contained my largish breasts. I ran my hands through my long black hair, only actresses on TV ever woke up with their hair perfect, mine was a tangled mess. I yawned a bit and after getting myself oriented, I hopped out of bed.

It was my third day since waking up ten years in the past, transformed into a young girl. The third day since I had taken on this new identity. My third day in my new life as Keiko, and with school ahead of me, this promised to be the most challenging yet. I had poured over the diaries on my desk until I was blue in the face and poured over the personal diaries on my computer. I now felt that I had a pretty good idea of wh

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