THE LONG AWAITED chapter 1...well, technically chapter 2 but you know what I mean folks. I'm back and ready for action...with paint fumes...don't ask, spray painting models. Isn't that right Gary? …..who's Gary?

Dreams

I have no idea how the hell I'm meant to explain this...But I'll at least try. I mean we're not going to get anywhere if I don't. So...let me at least try this. My name is Craig Appleby, I was a young man from England, 22 and one of the luckiest son of a bitches, sorry mum, possibly in the world given circumstances. Yes, it's not exactly the best way to start an introduction to someone, but that is pretty much the only way I can explain it given things with me, but you'll see as I carry on. I'm an accounting student, formerly over in Derby, but now...well, this is kinda where you see why the luck plays into it.

Somehow, I have no idea how, why, or even who organised it, but...I apparently won a contest, a raffle of sorts organised by the university for a foreign exchange program they'd only just established with Seitetsu Gakuin University...never heard of it? I don't blame you. I hadn't either. It's in Nishinomiya...still never heard of it? ...it's about 40 minutes from Kobe...so I've pretty much got everything I'd ever need. Central Japan, shrine near by, open spaces nearby and the coast, despite it PROBABLY having a busy shipping lane near by, along with being in Japan, one of the countries with the densest population in the world...but whatever, it's Japan, you know what that means.

ANIME, MANGA AND GAMES!

As far as I've been told I'm here for three years, with the authorities being more then willing to pay for me to go home 3 times a year, the plan right now being Christmas, Summer and Birthdays, but then...you know, flexible plans. Could stay over here during them after all. Maybe go on a roadtrip with friends from this year.

Now, you might have noticed in that first section one thing that I haven't addressed yet. 'I was a young man'...yeah. That's the complicated part. And before you draw any conclusions, no, I'm not transgender...or anything along those lines. I mean, come on, I like(d) being a guy. But right now...as I look into the mirror of my bathroom in the apartment I got leased in town, I can't help but notice the big issue right now.

Well, the two of them, two plump mounds of flesh on my chest, the warm, heavy weights on my chest that shouldn't be there, pressing against my shirt, exposing a good deal of my abdomen, and indeed, generous on size. My hair, instead of it being it's relatively short, brown, curly mess, was long, emerald green locks, and as I turned, I found out that they stretched all the way down to the small of my back. I closed the distance betwen my face and the mirror, moving a hand to poke it, hoping that it was trick glass, someone was behind it or something, ANYTHING! But...as I looked at a set of crimson eyes...that is in no way natural. What the hell? I sighed, shaking my head.

"I'm still dreaming aren't I?" I spoke with an oddly alluring voice...well, I say that, but it's not too deep, though a sort of smooth...kinda southern accent, running the tap, placing a hand under it and splashing some water in my face again, trying to calm down and making my logic make sense in my head. I nodded to myself, looking back to the mirror and nodding a few times, poking my left breast. It felt real at least.

And then I realised something...and part of me had to check an area of moderate importance...well, moderate to anyone who wasn't a guy anyway. Reaching a hand down and finding that...I was missing a certain part of me...well, three parts.

I gulped, splashing more water in my face.

"Y-yeah...j-just a dream right?" I nodded a few times, walking through to my bedroom once more, grabbing the chair and relaxing, looking at the clock. 3Am local time...and it was quiet as a graveyard out there. I looked to the window, sighing at how dark it was outside, leaning back on the chair, putting my feet up on the desk, next to my laptop. Odd how real this dream was. I was more or less expecting to see dragons or space marines outside, the first burning everything down, the latter asking me to join in the crusade against chaos...yeah, like I'd be doing that. I grabbed a bottle of water from the side, undoing it and taking a quick gulp.

"Aren't you meant to be in bed by now?"

I couldn't help but swing the bottle down, spitting out what liquid was in my mouth, surprise running over me from yet another alien voice, this time for CERTAIN it wasn't from me. I swung around, trying to find the source of the voice, looking from the desk, filled with books of various kinds, from general academics to material to relax with, games, my laptop, stationary, etcetera, that kind of thing. It's one of those generic cheap things, not anything fancy, but the way it's installed makes it so that you can't take it out at all, a solid fit against the, what I like to call, shoebox walls. There are a few shelves, a closet right next to it that isn't too big, enough to hold my clothes and such and admittedly the airsoft rifle that I'm amazed that I got anywhere near the border, never mind on the plane and stored here. The room itself was...big enough. I've had smaller rooms, but I hear that I got lucky in getting a room THIS big. The bed was King-size, that was a pleasure in itself even though I lived alone. The window next to it was big enough to let the light in, and it got better, it was a single floor home, semi-detached in the city...miracle in itself in this city. Otherwise...there's not much to report. The only other thing to note is the wall with the mirror, between the hallway leading to the door and the bathroom. I had to keep looking around, trying to find some invisible voice, moving around to the centre.

"Wha- who just..." I started, swinging my head around.

"Over here sugah" That didn't help...it was another feminine voice, though more relaxed, definitely a southern America-...this is in Japan...yeaaaah. Why am I already worried? I mean come on this is ALREADY hard enough to explain. I turned to the shelves where the voice was coming from...and if it wasn't for the fact that a recent horror game had made me fearful of animatronics and the like, I'd have been fine with what I saw...to an extent...given this is a dream...I think...I hope.

I mean, come on, a Surprise total sex change is kinda difficult to explain, never mind the logistics of such. At the very least how would they...you know what, let's discuss this another time, I'm in my issue for the evening. But getting back to the point.

A doll...well, more a plushy, left here by the previous tenant, was starting to sit up, crossing it's arms. It was a disgusting little blighter...Hunted-down Doe or something like that. Least that's what I think the tag said. Part of some series that I'd never heard of, even in the internet realms of the 'wtf'. It wasn't that big, but it was almost literally what it sounded like. A hole in it's chest from a projectile of some sort, I'd never given it a close enough look to give it a good guess, some of it's intestines and I think a lung spilling out, the rest sewn up. It's left...Fore leg has a split down the front that's part of the design, I think it's meant to be a knife wound that was cut into it...or a trap...one of the two. Admittedly if it wasn't for the fact that it was moving, I'd say the craftmanship was very well done.

But seeing as it's turning to me and giving me a look that makes me think she...he...it's glaring at me.

...damn...well, least this dream is inventive.

"You haven't even gone to your first lecture yet, and already you're staying up all hours of the evening messing around doing who knows what" ...am I getting lectured by a toy? "But hey, at least we'll know y'all finally awoke" …..OK, now I don't care. Great job Doe. Part of me didn't take this seriously, crossing my arms and sighing, walking over to the chair and sitting down. "Took ya time though"

"Your giving me a headache, you know that right?" I asked him, leaning forward and massaging my forehead with my right hand, making sure to keep an eye on the furry git. It nodded, standing up and walking directly in front of me.

"If I were 'ere to comfort you, I'd 'ave grabbed your puppies and played with 'em b' now" …..OK, so not only crude, but, if the voice is anything to go by, a lesbian and possibly a Londoner...any other things you want to add to your list of travel destinations? We've gone from the American south to the UK now. Where next, a spot of French? "But Mon Dieu you look amazing as a woman, ma Soeur"

…..you know what, I'm not even going to say it. If I do, it's going to happen. But ANYWAY I'm just going to swing with it right now. Before you know it, I'm go- NO! Don't say it Craig, RESIST FOR NOW!

I just sighed again, letting my head go and slamming onto the desk, the pain flaring up as I rubbed the back gently. It walked over and patted me, trying to reassure me in some way. I just turned to it, rolling my eyes.

"Alright...this is making absolutely no sense anymore" I spoke, sighing. She moved her 'hand' under her chin, looking towards the chair.

"Yeah, that and your ass is a bit big" she tapped my back, to which I grabbed her by the back of the neck and lifted her off the wood, giving her a glare.

"Much as this is make believe, LOOK BUT NO TOUCH!" I yelled, throwing her across the room towards the mirror, the doll bouncing off and ricocheting off the lid of a bin, landing on the soft, grey rug. She didn't seem to react, to this, only standing up and brushing herself down as I lent back, trying to relax and think this through. How was I gonna get out of this? I mean, come on, this isn't exactly the normal kind of dream. I would like to be out of this soon. Hello...which ever being controls dreams...hello?

"So y'all not interested in what's happened to you then?" I looked over to her at this, raising an eyebrow as I stood up.

"Not really...though what do you mean?" I went over to the bed, I sat down on it, crossing my legs and looking over to her.

"Y'all a Kampfer, Madam. Y'all need to learn what it means" I chuckled, shaking my head as I put my hands behind my head, laying back on the bed.

"I'm good...I mean, come on, I know what a fighter is..." Kampfer...you know, I'm should be worried. I'm having a conversation in English with a Plushy with an American accent who has parts of English and French whilst living in Japan the involves German words...WHILST BEING A WOMAN! What the hell...any other places in the world that we wanna visit during this conversation? I hear Iberia is nice this time of year. "I just want to wake up from this dream"

"Dream?" The tone in that was a lot more...fierce...then normal. I felt her climbing up the sheets to get up to me, and I sat up to watch her.

...Wow, how many times have I called this thing 'her'? It's sticking now.

"You think this is a dream?" She asked, knocking two...I presume knuckles together. "Moc dieu, How about I show you how much of a dream this is!" She jumped up, doing a flip in the air and flying towards me, leg first aiming for my head. I recoiled, making sounds that almost seemed like begging but can't be vocalised, and then, like a homing missile, even as I backed up she flew straight for my head, and before I knew it WHAM!

I gasped, opening my eyes and looking at the ceiling, panting slightly, a cold sweat coating me, swallowing before I even did anything else. It was morning, the alarm blaring out at me, actually hurting my ears as I slowly woke up. 7am...was it normally this loud at 7am? I looked at my hands, finding that I had a pair of hands more familiar then the last set I'd looked at. I looked further down my body, seeing that I was missing the chest, regained my pair and now more comfortable in my clothing.

I sighed, relief washing over me. It was just a dream...just a dream. I even turned to the alarm, getting out of bed and slamming my hand on it, turning it off before stretching off. It was warm enough day. I'd heard it got colder in Japan but given that it was April I was more thankful that it wasn't raining. I looked at the desk again, seeing the damn demonic looking plushy. Whoever left the damn thing knows how to get into my nightmares. Picking it up, I couldn't help but be slightly annoyed at it. It was ugly, something most certainly not to my taste and...good god if I didn't know any better it was here just to give me a reason to stay OUTSIDE the house.

"You know what I should do with you" I say to it, throwing it up in the air a few times before throwing it towards the bin, watching it fall straight in. "Yeah...because I don't need you..."

If I had known at the time how much I'd regret those words...

I think I'd have chosen to do something else. But at the very least, I had to prove something

My new classmates had to see me as someone who was normal, especially now.

I mean, I'm already an Englishman in Japan...this is gonna be hard enough to explain...