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Dear Folks

The saga of Ellie-May/Willow Jones continues...

Chapter Six: Day +2; An Emissary from the Future; An undisclosed Hotel room
in Kagoshima, Kagoshima Prefecture, Kyushu Island, Japan, 7h23

A soft rapping sound on the door brought Ellie-May out of her
channel-surfing stupor as she lay on the still undisturbed bed, idly
flicking through channels with a small Samsung remote. She had by now
forgotten to be surprised at the fact that she was fluent in Japanese, and
could now understand the television babble perfectly. She mused on the fact
that this fluency had only manifested itself after she had had sex with the
entire debauched crew of the genital circus.

{I don’t think it’s a coincidence.} She thought with a wry smile.

At the moment her new-found compatriots at the genital circus were trying to
obtain a false US passport for her to enable her to leave Japan. She had
sequestered herself in the hotel room, to wait for their return.

{Hopefully, I can return to America, and put this bizarre experience behind
me. Although I must admit that I have started to really enjoy the sex. I
suppose I will have no choice but to start a new life from scratch.
Certainly, no-one I ever knew in America would believe that its lil ‘ol
Ellie-May in this stunning body !}

The soft rapping sound brought her out of her reverie. Someone was at the
door.

{They’re back with my papers awfully quick !} She thought with a frown, her
high smooth brow furrowing delicately.

Tugging the terrycloth robe around her body she moved to answer the knock.
Securing the door with a door-chain she opened it a crack.

{Yes, who is….}

Her astonishment at the sight that met her eyes abruptly truncated the query
forming in her mind, as she found herself staring at, well….herself. Or at
least someone who looked like her, exactly like her. Except the young woman
that smiled back at her looked like what one would imagine a young female
backpacker on an "extended vacation" to "find herself" and have fun would
look like.

The picture presented was of an  young thing of an unearthly beauty with
long silky strawberry blonde tresses tied up in an untidy pony-tail which
was kept in place by a gossamer-thin red and blue patterned scarf,
presumably bought at some outdoor market in the "East". A dark pink cotton
halter or tank top vest covered her barely contained cleavage of  what
Ellie-May guessed to be at least a 38D size. It was clear that this young
lady was unaccustomed to using a bra, and the only thing which prevented
these firm rounded gourds from spilling out in their smooth fleshy
voluptuousness, were the straining buttons which held her top clinging
tightly to her upper body. The  hillocks of her rested nipples could be
clearly seen through the clothe as upright smooth traffic islands in the
otherwise taut, flat and straining expanse of cotton vest.

Her slender midriff was uncluttered by any such modesty of clothing and the
perfectly mirror smooth concave of her belly, with its delicate groove of
sweet dainty belly-button, presented a perfectly charming site to any whose
eyes cared to wonder over such an exquisite example of female pulchitrude.

The firmly rounded billiard-balls of her luscious ass were tightly cupped by
denim  shorts, which had once been jeans, cut off virtually at the tops of
her thighs. These shorts seemed to be literally molded to her taut form. The
shape of her prominent vulva was clearly outlined through the tight-fitting
form of the truncated jeans. The splendidly smooth and flawless perfection
of her tapering thighs, and long calves, interrupted only by the delicate
outline of her knee-cap, ended at her feet which were encased in well-used,
and presumably comfortable, sneakers. She wore no socks.

In the deep valley of her cleavage, hanging from a necklace which seemed to
be made out of some old thin bath-chain, rested an ankh and a ahimsa symbol.
Nestled together with these ornaments was a small key which was obviously
used to gain access to the small backpack which this young ingenue wore on
her back. With a shock Ellie-May realised that this "young" woman was the
same age as the new body she was currently "inhabiting".

[{Surprised to see me, honey ?}] her clone grinned at her.

Taking a step back, Ellie-May stared at her doppelganger too stunned to do
anything for the moment.

{Who are you ?}

[{I am Willow Jones, rather…you are Willow Jones, and I am you from the
future.}] The bright-eyed young nymph smiled at her.

Ellie-May felt faint, but her expression did not change as her body moved of
its own accord to let her clone into the small hotel room. She wanted to run
away, but her body was once again taking charge of affairs. For the first
time, Ellie-May felt truly trapped. It seemed as though her mind or
personality was enclosed within the chassis of another entity which from
time to time seemed to take over her actions.

The old Ellie-May was still a conscious entity, but aspects of her former
character seemed to be fading fast. She had developed an appetite for sex so
kinky that the old 50 year old Ellie-May would never have imagined herself
capable of doing such lewd acts with her husband, never mind in a live-sex
show in front of 300 horny Japanese men.

{Just when I thought everything that could shock me has happened …..
something new erupts !}

The young woman moved quickly, locking the door, and dumping her small
backpack on drab beige coverlet of the tiny hotel bed.

[{Muffin, we don’t have enough time for tea and a chit-chat. Time is running
out.}] The young female stated as she began to divest herself of her
clothing and lay it neatly out on the bed next to the backpack.

Ellie-May just looked at her dazed, and it seemed as though even her body
was pondering something. The now-naked nubile nymph turned around, and a
look seemed to pass between her and Ellie-May’s eyes. Ellie-May was
hypnotised for a second by the strength of this gaze, but the effect was
instantaneous.

Ellie-May felt her body galvanised into action as it quickly moved to divest
itself of the robe, and to hang it up neatly on a hanger behind the door.
She quickly slipped on the delicate red-coloured  panties. {Mmmm..definitely
French in origin.} This was soon followed by the tight cut-offs and the rich
pink cotton tank-top vest.

The fit of these clothes molded perfectly to the sinuous form of her
statuesque body. Her prominent nipples made thick rounded points of
protrusion  through the thin material as they had with her alter ego.
Pulling on the trainers, and tying her hair in a similar ponytail, she
surveyed herself in the hotel room mirror. She was now wearing all items
that her clone had brought with her, the necklace with its symbolic
ornaments resting in the deep valley of her cleavage.

{Jeez..I look like a wayward hippy chick slut, but a stunning one, at that,
I will admit..} She smiled to herself.

She realised that she now looked the picture-perfect copy of her
doppelganger. Remembering her visitor, she spun around. The other
"Willow"…ummm…"Ellie-May" was standing, perfectly confident in her sublime
nakedness, a deeply stretched warm smile engraved on her perfect features.

[{ Honey, I need you to listen to me very carefully. In the backpack is a
moneybelt with a US passport, a real one, not a false one in your name. This
document has all the necessary authentic visas needed for the journey you
are about to make. Your name is Willow Jones. Forget Ellie-May. She no
longer really exists. Your former self is slowly fading away as your
character and personality changes. It is pointless to fight it.}]

The woman paused and then continued.

[{ We need you to make a journey. This is essential for our future
existence. The necessary airline tickets are in the money-belt. All these
flights have been confirmed already. Together with the passport and airline
tickets is a credit card and US $ 8 000 in cash, in case you need it. In the
backpack you will find whatever else you need for your journey. We need you
to complete your allotted tasks as soon as possible, otherwise we will be in
great danger. A taxi has been ordered for you. It will be here in fifteen
minutes. Your room has already been paid for. The taxi will take you to
Kagoshima airport. We have chartered an airplane to take you to Bangkok. You
must be on that plane.}]

Questions filled Ellie-May’s mind. {What about my friends ? They will not
know where I have gone. They are getting me the necessary travel documents
to get back to the states. Who are you ? Who is the "we" you talk about ?}

Willow shook her head patiently and slowly as if articulating thoughts to a
simple child..

[{ For the moment, it is not important or relevant who "we" are. "I" and
"we" are you and your kind. The others have already been re-called from
their tasks and have been re-deployed. We do not have the time to allow them
to obtain a forged passport for you or to spend days trying to get visas. We
have made the necessary arrangements. We dare not tarry any longer. I must
go.}]

As the naked woman passed Ellie-May on her way towards the door she gently
kissed her on the lips.

[{Good fortune, sister Willow.}]

With a gently mischievious smile she opened the door and disappeared into
the passageway, softly closing it behind her.

The click of the door catch was drowned out by the shrill sound of the
bedside phone ringing. Ellie-May moved to answer it in a dreamlike trance.
The concierge was on the line.

[Madam, your taxi has arrived as requested.]

{Uhmm…ah..I’ll be down there in a few minutes.}

[Very well, Ms Jones, we hope you have enjoyed your stay with us.]

A peculiar feeling came over Ellie-May as she put down the phone. Tugging on
the backpack, she left the hotel room without looking back. She looked
carefully up and down the passageway as she closed the door behind her.
There was no sign of the other woman. At the end of the passage a maid was
vacuuming vigorously as the hum of her machine filled the narrow corridor.

Willow put on her most charming smile and asked the neatly dressed maid:
{Hi, have you seen a woman who kind of, like, looked like me passing through
here ? }

The woman smiled and shook her head. [I have been here for an hour, and the
first woman I have seen is you.]

Willow thought about this for a moment, and then, grinning to herself as
though in possession of some delicious secret known only to herself, turned
and skipped jauntily down the passage towards the lifts like an eight year
old on an exciting outing.

End of Part 13






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