Chapter 1: Problematic Intro

Japan, near Shibuya, 20XX.

For many decades, the idol culture dominated the charts of popularity among the young and some of the adults too. Everyone wanted to be an idol and it was difficult to get into it. The conditions were only favorable for anyone that had talent to join, and even though it was somewhat of a cut-throat business, with a select few managing to survive and be famous.

The heyday of many idols would be around their 20s, where their careers would be taken away by younger and freshier talent. After this, they would vanish back to irrelevancy, where they came from.

That wasn’t the case for Toshiro Miyahara.

Part of a idol boy group called ‘TKRK’ in the late 90s, Toshiro could sing, dance and get the ladies under his finger with ease. From ages 12 to 20, he focused on making songs, performing live and study at high school. But like with everyone around that age and career, he announced his retirement from idol activities to focus on a career of working in an office job. What people didn’t know was that he went onto make his own idol company called ‘Miya-Mirai Idol Company’, with the money he saved up from his idol career. After 18 or so years, his company had plenty of idols for itself and was more than successful and self-sufficient to keep existing.

After almost a year up, he managed to find himself in love with Miki Wakai, his secretary hire. Miki was a woman with a bit of a streak, but ultimately a caring woman with some ideas in her mind. She also aged gracefully, and even aging with her future husband, she could pass like someone in their mid 20s. She became co-owner of the company once Toshiro married her during her first pregnancy. Her life as a secretary was fulfilling, and she wouldn’t change it for anything. The two had two children, when he was 21 and 23.

His first child, Koji, wasn’t good at dancing or singing. In fact, he was not even into those two. Sure, he loved music and had a lot of respect for his dad’s work but not in that way. In turn, he was smart and resourceful, capable of doing the wildest and smartest things with only a little. He went to college and was away most of the time, and returned home only a few weeks at a time.

His second child, Iori, was, however and thankfully, was good at dancing or singing, very expertly too. He immediately put her into his line of work and she dealt with it without breaking a sweat. She was a nice looking blonde, with a streak of a gyaru, and very popular both in person and online. Her presence in the former was increasing over the years, and having to do dances for social media was very lucrative. Many things were planned for her in the near future.

It was a normal school and work week, a normal friday. But that friday turned out to be anything but normal. Iori was training some dance and song steps, and slipped on something, injuring her leg and knee. After crying out for help, Toshiro, who thankfully was home, brought her to a hospital, and thankfully it wasn’t too serious, but she would be out of commission to recover for a few months.

This put Toshiro into thinking mode and when he ran the numbers, it was bad. She was gonna miss school, photoshoots, music recordings, and the latter two those would pay quite nicely, considering that they were agreed to months prior.

While Iori was not the best idol in the company, she was one of the best, and was fairly lucrative for the business. Something had to be done…

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Once she was discharged, she had to stay in her room in the time being. Koji was called to be an extra pair of hands to help out, so he went to get her dinner in her room. Back in the dining room, Miki and Toshino were eating some delicious spaghetti she made, and she could tell that Toshino was a bit troubled.

So she spoke. “Honey… Well, this might be a real stretch but I heard there’s a way to solve this thing with Iori.”

“One of the girls in the Mirai Idol program said about something called ‘Look Different Syringe Application’. I looked into it and it was pretty shady… Then I asked her about it and she told me that she got immediately thin after one application. I didn’t notice anything different with her but like, could be worth investigating. Sure, it sounds and smells like a real scam, but, honestly what do we have to lose?” Miki said then resuming eating.

It was telling how much Iori’s injury was keeping Toshiro rather restless. Both as a manager and a proper father, considering he was silently chewing on his spaghetti, all while submerging himself in his own thoughts of solutions they could make use of. Barring it didn’t come at the cost of her own daughter’s well-being, he was more than willing to resort to anything. Even if it meant sending out official delays and potential cancellations if his hand was forced. But then, his own wife had just provided him a rather fitting idea…

“The… The what?” Toshiro’s eyes confusingly glanced at Miki. “Is that… an actual thing? It sounds like snake oil marketing from what I could tell.”

“Look, hubby, I think the exact same thing, but as I said… What do we have to lose? Iori’s leg is not gonna heal in at least a few months, from the doctor said, remember? That’s a lot of stuff she’s gonna miss… So I was thinking: we could use that thing to pretend to be Iori until she recovers? I’ll do the shoots and other things that don’t need singing and you do the other stuff, assuming it’ll work.” Miki said, smiling.

A devious plan and it could work. Just need to get Iori on the loop, assuming that the thing was real. And if the thing was real, they’d also have to assume it allowed someone to completely transform as well. All the way into a different gender entirely. A lot of ‘maybe’s were involved, but… compared to waiting until his daughter would recover…

“I’ll talk to Iori about it after dinner, then. But… uhh… Do you think she would mind letting me do such a thing?” Toshiro asked, pointing his fork at Miki. “This might just mean I’ll have to live her life for a few months. That probably includes hanging out with his friends as well… I don’t know if she’d allow that.”

“Yes. We’ll talk with her about it, because you’ll have to do that. Before that, I need to know if the thing is real.” Miki said.

bip bip bip

A phone ringed, and Toshiro checked his. Nope, no messages. Miki checked hers and…

“Ah. Yes… One moment. I’ll be right back, honey.” She excused out of the table.

After a few minutes and the sound of a door closing, she returned with a box in her hands.

“So… I asked the woman I asked about to send me a box. She gave a package she ordered wrongly, she told me she had surplus, so I bought it off her for the same price she paid… And here it is.” Miki offered him the box. “That was someone delivering for her, probably some WindowDash driver.”

“…wait, what?” Toshiro looked at the box for a moment, then turned back to Miki. Almost as if it felt like they were jumping a few steps ahead.

Weren’t they going to ask Iori about this first? Before even ordering those same syringes? Toshiro was hoping her daughter would be willing to give the plan a try, but the least his wife could’ve done was to ask her first.

“You… weren’t even going to ask her before ordering?” He asked, giving the sender part of the box’s packaging a glance. “How much did this even cost…?”

“Surprisingly, not that much. It appears to be a local company. Get this, they went from selling doujinshis in the 90s to being a pharma company.” Miki said, putting the box on the dining table.

“I was wanted to get it anyway, even if you disagreed with the plan. You can’t just refuse this sort of thing. I was expecting something from Europe, but since it’s local, they do local prices. I don’t know of any drawbacks but I’d assume that we need one dose to do whatever we want.”

“Plus… I wanna be young again…!” There we go, the real reason she got it.

That sort of progression for a company was already ringing alarm bells within Toshiro’s mind. Just how in the hell does a doujinshi company develop into the pharmaceutical industry all of the sudden? Did they get bought out by a pharmaceutical giant or something? Or was their owner already a med student, looking to pivot in someway? No matter how wildly different the pivot would be? Now he was getting way more suspicious at this product, even in spite of his wife’s assurances…

“I dunno if I like this, Miki. Something just doesn’t sound right about it.” Toshiro said, his lips curving into a frown. “I get that you’d wanna feel young… honestly, same goes for me too… but doesn’t this sound just a little weird to you? Especially when you think about the company itself?”

“No, it’s a success story! They started humble and pivoted to another area and got successful!” Miki said. “Plus, as I said, I paid her for the same price she paid for it. It was 30 thousand yen, barely nothing. And we have… Uh…” She read one of the stickers in the box. “100 syringes.” She opened the box using a knife, and inside there was a smaller box made of polystryene. Pulling the lip out showed the 100 syringes, packed individually.

“THIRTY THOUSA–“

Just before Toshiro would be able to admonish her for such a purchase, having made it on a sheer whim without his acknowledgement no less (Did she ended up using their joint account for this?!), his wife had already shown the smaller box of syringes to him. Considering they were packed for the sake of transport, 100 syringes within such a box was… a lot, he had to admit.

“W… Wow. That’s… A lot of syringes for us to use?” Toshiro said, pulling out one of them to take a closer look. “Wait… Why do we even need 100 syringes? Do you think the police wouldn’t be suspicious of what we ordered?”

“According to her, the selection had packs with 10, 50 or 100. The price was like 10 thousand, 20 thousand or 30 thousand. She got the 10 one and the 100 one, thinking that she would need more than one shot but ended using just like 5. So the 100 pack was laying around. Plus, I know, I know… But if it works, it’s gonna be the cheapest best thing we got recently.”

And then… Miki had to give it a shot. Almost immediately she got one and injected herself with it. “Make me a teenager again!” Nothing for a moment. “C’mon!”

Wait, she didn’t wait at all to do this?! What was she doing?! Then… Toshiro could see in real time her face and body getting younger, she looked super cute just like the day they met each other, but somehow younger, probably getting to be 16 years old, at least physically.

“Did it… Did it work?” She checked herself, and could feel she was more agile. “I can move my arms without any pain! My hands too!”

For a moment, it didn’t seem like Toshiro could even spot any changes in Miki’s appearance. But when he looked just a bit closer to the finer details of her face…

“…o-oh.” As it turns out, he could definitely see the difference! The softer complexion in her skin, not to mention a smoother curvature for her face. Even her eyes didn’t have that subtle hint of aging, looking as fresh as she was back when she was attending college. Her shoulders seemed a bit more comfortable in moving around too! But just so he could actually verify if it worked for her…

“Hmm… maybe you could try to bend your knees, Miki? See if they’ll pop like usual.” Toshiro asked, curious if the changes were that extensive.

Miki immediately did that by doing some squats. Nothing. No popping sounds or anything. She gasped, of course. “Oh my god, it’s real! So real! I’m a teenager again!”

Well, that proves it, she was back to her prime age, when she was a cute teenager at high school, before she met Toshiro.

“Okay, the next part is to make sure that we could change ourselves… Since I already tried it, how about you give me someone to change into?” She asked him.

These syringes were borderline magic in terms of how they worked. If they were able to de-age the effects on their bodies… just how deep could the changes truly get? That leaves him with another possibility for them to try and solve.

“Someone for you to change into, eh…?” Toshiro repeated, trying to think of a completely different person for Miki to imitate. Maybe they could go for…

“…hm… You could turn into our main sound engineer in the studio. If this syringe’s effects is as good as I’m thinking, then you could probably turn into that scrawny boy at a moment’s notice.” Toshiro suggested, even if he couldn’t confirm his guess himself. He wasn’t sure if he was willing to take the dive just yet…

“I might need to remove my top and bra for this… So one second.” She quickly removed her turtleneck sweater and bra in front of her husband. Considering that the syringe still had some liquid inside, she injected herself with it. “Make me turn into our main sound engineer in the studio, Senzo Nakao.”

“UUuhhh~” She could feel changing, and once again, Toshiro would see his beloved wife changing into the nerdy sound engineer, without his top clothes.

“Ahh… Honey… Do I look… Different… That felt kinda nice… but weird…!” He said, panting, clearly a boy now.

For a second there, Toshiro had genuinely thought he was hearing the sort of noises Miki would make whenever they had their… private moments with each other. And she moaned without any shame, too! As if both of their kids would’ve been far too asleep to hear them. But it… definitely looked like she enjoyed herself as she transformed. At least she seemed like it? Was it even possible to cream one’s pants just from transforming into a boy?

Regardless, it’s definitely possible for her to turn into a boy in general… from top to bottom, the current Senzo-clone looked just as identical as the real one. Even all the way to the freckles that were just below his eyes. Although Toshiro doesn’t remember him carrying this much muscle…

“You… definitely look different, alright.” Different enough to impress Toshiro. And thus… different enough to convince him of their original plan. With these strange syringes… it might just work!

“AH… Ah… Phew… That was weird…!” He checked his arms. “But yeah, I’m Nakao-kun… Well, the plan might work… I guess we need to talk to Iori about it…!” He said. “One last test.” He said, injecting the last bit of the serum back to his body.

“Back to me as Miki Miyahara, please…! Uuuh~”

He made a sound that could be mistaken as a moan but Toshiro would see his deliciously hot wife back to her normal ripe age of 37, still beautiful and absolutely topless. She quickly redressed herself and it was like nothing happened.

Once she finished putting her clothes on, she smirked. “I can see why they started with doujinshis…”

“Ggh…!” The moment Miki had returned into her original appearance, Toshiro’s eyes would immediately look away from embarassment. Married or not, now’s not the time for him to inappropriately stare at his own wife’s bra. No matter how sexy the black-and-gold lace styling would shape her appearance. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait too long. By the time he had already looked back, she was already wearing her sweater again. Oh… Of course she mentioned the doujinshis again.

“Miki… I hope you’re not getting any funny ideas with these syringes.” Toshiro sighed, facepalming. “Why is it that the moment the chance arises, your mind seems to dive headfirst into lewd thoughts?”

“Oh, you know exactly why… I bet you’ll be squirm a lot when you’re a girl~” Miki chuckled. “Anyway. Let’s talk to Iori… After we finish dinner.”

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“What?!” These words from Iori after Toshiro and Miki explained what they did. The blonde gyaru-like daughter was under her sheets, with her broken leg.

Iori didn’t believe it, but Miki showed her that it worked. But after trying it by herself, her leg was still broken.

“Too much to hope for… I guess we’ll be doing this… So, who is gonna be me?” Iori asked.

“We’ll split duties. I’ll be you for magazine shoots, since we need your father for those. And he’ll be you for voice recordings since we don’t need him to be physically around for those.” Miki explained.

“Hmm… How about school?” Iori asked.

“I guess we could call it but we could have your father to do that.” Miki said, looking at him.

Well… damnit, if only that had worked. It would’ve made their current issue a lot easier. By this point, it looks like they were going to make use of this syringe. Just not in the way they were probably expecting. Or even hoping. Judging by the groan that originated from the father of the family, it was clear that his ‘hope’ was shrinking rather rapidly.

“Ughhh… why do I have to be the one stuck with the school part? I still need to assist the other girls as the producer, you know.” He said, facepalming out of sheer annoyance.

“It’s because I can cover for you if you’re not around, honey!” Miki said, smiling. “I could just say you’re in a meeting outside of the city while you’re Iori. They’ll never get past me. Or you could just have me doing it, and explain to everyone why your beloved secretary is suddenly away.” She replied.

“Ugh…” Iori complained. “God, there’s so much I keep away from both of you… Now I have to tell you about everything… So, there’s a school festival soon and people decided that girls should be dressed up as maid cafe girls… I reckon there was a petition for me exclusively.”

Miki looked at her daughter, her brow raised. “Huh? Damn…”

Iori nodded. “There’s more too… Some guy has a crush on me but I have a crush on someone else… I didn’t say anything because it hasn’t been done in a concrete way either way. There’s also the parents’ meeting soon… Ughhh… I hate school…!”

And now Toshiro was the one that would do it, great.

“…”

She was telling them this now of all times?! The part with the school had annoyed him in a way, but the fact that she didn’t even mention the school festival, maid cafe, and even the parents meeting… It’s understandable when it came for her personal crush. But everything else!?

“…sweetie… why didn’t you say anything about this earlier?” The man asked, seemingly in absolute disbelief. “I’m not only your producer, but your father as well. It would’ve been nice if you had told me earlier about them…!”

“Yeah… well… I was gonna do it without you two knowing! The outfits are at school, everything is at school…!” Iori complained.

“You should at least have told us about the parents meeting!” Miki complained back. “When is it?”

“Heheheh… Sorry…!” Iori blushed a bit. “Well, the meeting is in a few weeks, so it’ll be fine. The maid cafe festival thing is on Friday…”

“Wait, that’s in three days!” Miki complained again.

“Well, I didn’t expect to break my leg! Plus, like I said, the outfits are all inside the school, so no one would know… And I kinda didn’t want to use it, but when I saw the petition… I sorta just didn’t stop it.” Iori said, sighing a bit. “Dad, how good are you being someone else? Can you be me as the cute idol girl I am?” She had to check. “Because… I’m not that cute at school, I try to be a bit more serious. Since being an idol is more of a job, and school isn’t really a job, but an annoying obligation.”

Toshiro couldn’t help but to show an immediate grimace. All from imagining himself attempting to imitate his own daughter’s… cuteness.

It’s been almost two decades since he was a featured performer in the showbiz industry, and back then, even he knew the difference between male and female idols. Enough that he was able to provide directions Iori was capable of following. But to follow those same directions himself however… Geez, not even a younger him would’ve been able to do it. Even if he had the looks to do it through crossdressing.

“…I’m… Not sure if I could be that cute, now that I think about it.” The man visibly cringed. “There’s a point where I would consider myself to be too old for something… And the sort of cuteness that’s expected from female idols is exactly that.”

“Well…” Miki put a hand on his back. “The only way we could do it is by trying it. C’mon, strip and let’s give it a shot.”

“I have my school clothes in my wardrobe, dad… You’ll love using a skirt!” Iori chuckled a bit.

“Ughhh…” Toshiro groaned. contrary to what Iori might be expecting, he couldn’t even imagine himself wearing a skirt in the first place. Whatever hormonal thoughts he may have had when he was young, he was far from the kind to wear such a free-flowing bottom area in the first place. Not without a pantyhose, at least. But his daughter still insisted him to wear it… this was going to make him suuuuper uncomfortable.

“Fine, I’ll give it a try…” He grumbled, trying to find a corner where he would be able to undress. Just doing it in the middle of the room felt so uncomfortable for him…

“I’ll help you, honey!” Miki was a little to eager to do so.

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After the syringe injection, Toshiro was now facing the mirror. Or rather, he was but he didn’t see himself but his beloved idol daughter, Iori. Miki helped him get the clothes on, including panties and bra, and the hairdo as well. In the end, he looked like a double of his own daughter. Of course, he didn’t look amused.

“Dad, you look perfect! Try speaking too!” Iori said from the bad, looking at the two as Miki walked back to bed, after helping Toshiro out.

Every ounce of his fiber and being felt like it wanted to crawl into a hole and die than to continue this charade they’re doing. A face like this, combined with his own mind and tastes? It feels like he’s being made to go through some kind of bizzaro-land on his dignity’s expense.

When he thought that he was willing to try anything, he hadn’t expected it to be… this.

“Do I have to…?” She grumbled, her shoulders slacking. Even if it was the voice of Iori, her way of talking still sounded close enough to a boy. “I’ll just talk like… This. I dunno if I could be cute in front of everyone…”

“You don’t have to be cute in front of everyone, honey.” Miki said. “Just when necessary. And I bet you can do it… You’re with me and Iori here, you can do it for us to check if you’re fine, right?” She asked.

“Don’t worry, dad. I usually talk more or less like that when at school. I’m just fed up with the place most times.” Iori said, which made Miki look at her for a moment. “It’s true, mom.”

“I suppose… Yeah, my high school years weren’t that fun.” Miki said, with a nod. “And I was not an idol, so I can only imagine how it was like.” Then she looked at Toshiro. “You were an idol pretty early, right? How was it for you?”

At least thinking about his past idol life was brightening his mood, even if it was just a slight improvement. Just thinking about how fun it felt to go up on stage with his friends, performing in front of thousands as they danced. The atmosphere, the adrenaline-inducing energy of it all, the experience of composing songs of their own within the studio, including the artistic freedom that came with it all. Not to mention the constant love letters in his school locker, the tens if not hundreds of love confessions he had to turn out… with some of them causing the girls not taking the rejection all too well. And the constant paparazzis that were trying to find the latest private life scoop on them…

At one point, she seemed to visibly smile, but that smile would recede back into an exhausted frown. “It was… fun, but I wouldn’t say it was entirely great.” She crossed her arms, mentally grimacing as the experiences flashed before his eyes. “It felt like I probably shouldn’t have had that many eyes on me, even if I had fun with it… I can still remember Mizuki chasing me throughout the halls, even if I said no to her confession…”

And there goes the life in her eyes… now it just looks empty from their perspective.

“Oh, I remember her… She kept sending letters after we got married and I had Koji…” Miki chuckled. “I wonder how she’s faring…” Iori raised a brow at her mom. “I’ll tell you later about that one, Iori. Right now, your dad is our focus.”

“Mom, grab my phone and give it to dad.” Iori offered her own phone to her disguised dad, and Miki gave it to her. “Dad, check some of my videos in my phone to get a feel for it. And try to replicate that.”

Once Toshiro unlocked her phone, using her fingerprint, she went to the gallery and saw the videos. Latest one was placed at school. She could see Iori holding her phone, with someone next to her, probably her friend.

“Ugh…! Kasumi, I told you to not sign the petition-“

“Sorry, Iori!”

“-now I have to dress up as a maid in the festival. Ughhhhh!”

“Think of how many people will be around our class!”

“You think I don’t have enough people around me already?!”

“Think like this, this is the final year at high school for several students! They will like the idol dressed up for festival, a last year thing for them!”

“Ughhh… Fine… It’s not like I can fight it.”

The first video stopped there. Next up, a second video with a similar style of recording but in an open area, outside the school, apparently.

“Kasumi, I’m recording this just in case.”

“Hello, mister camera of the coolest phone ever!”

“In case in twenty years or so, if I find or recall this video, let it be known that I didn’t agree to the school festival in any capacity. I have my own stuff to deal with and I had to get my dad to rearrange my music recordings to make space for it.”

“The principal begged you to do it, for the school!”

“Yeah, that was well. I only agreed because there’s no way to backtrack from it, even if I didn’t explicitly agreed with it…”

A third video, this time it was a recording that she made of a pretty boy at a distance talking to another girl, probably her crush.

“Hey, Iori, what are you doing?”

“GAHHH!”

Then the recording ended with a sudden voice of Kasumi and Iori’s scream.

If this was how Iori tends to be in her non-idol life… he might actually be able to pull it off. At least compared to her performances, she acts as normal as ever for a teenaged girl. Although now that her daughter had provided some extra context for her situation…

“Oh. So that’s why you kept this a secret from us.” The Iori doppelganger realized, now a little less upset that they were kept in the dark about their daughter’s backlog of events. “We still could’ve helped you plan around this if you told us, but… now I see why you didn’t.”

But then he seemed rather confused when the third video had started playing. From where the camera was focusing, he couldn’t really tell which person it was focusing on…

“W… wait, which one of these is your crush?” He asked, trying to figure out which one was getting the most focus. “Because I can’t really tell…”

“Yeah, well. I thought I could handle it. It was just gonna be a passing mention at the dinner table… But clearly I can’t. And worse still, I was forced to agree to it, so mom’s plan is actually perfect, now that it works. Funny how convenient this was…” Iori said.

Then the crush bit. “It was the guy I recorded. He was super far away and I couldn’t just… Get closer without getting noticed…” Iori replied. “It’s the guy with red hair, you can barely see because he was so far away… I even had max zoom but no dice. I think I need a better phone…!”

Wait, that guy in the video had red hair? For a moment there, Toshiro thought he was looking at some kind of sun glare! Or something that was close to it…!

But regardless, it definitely looks like he’ll be able to handle it. It’s just going to be very difficult to adjust to a teenager’s daily life again. Especially the life of her own daughter…

“I guess I’ll be able to do it. I’ll have to hold off on the confession for now, but in terms of the other stuff? I’ll try to bear with ’em… Ugh…” Her face darkens as she thought about the maid cafe again. “Half of these already sound godwaful for me to even do…”

“Think you can do it, honey? I’ll do the photoshoots that she has on the schedule, one is next week from what I can remember, so we should be good.” Miki said. “As long I don’t have to sing…”

But then, his wife just had to say something that was… admittedly absurd for someone with an idol career.

“W… wait, what do you mean ‘you don’t have to sing‘? If we’re getting close to my booked recording sessions and she’s still recovering, then what the hell are we supposed to do about it?!” Toshiro objected, feeling as though there wouldn’t be a way around their eventual need to sing.

“Remember that she has some music recordings soon? Maybe the next week, or within two? Those that you had to reschedule because she asked?” Miki said.

“Yeah, dad, the reschedule was for this crap. So I’m afraid you’ll have to sing on those.” Iori looked at mom to explain that fact. “But I don’t do singing on photoshoots… Just so you know, mom…”

“Ah, good. Still, honey, I think it’s time for us to go back to our room.” Miki said. “Iori, your dad will have to keep your phone, to keep the appearances.”

“It’s all good…” Iori nodded. “But that means I’ll get a new one soon~” She chuckled.

Well, on the immediate surface, all of it seemed good enough. And at the very least, their daughter wouldn’t have to suffer with her existing camera these days.

However… “Hey… hold on a minute. If I’m gonna be the one that’s singing, then who’s going to be the producer?” Toshiro asked. “Unless if you don’t mind me calling a buddy up to help with that, we might have a big problem here…”

“I guess we could get Koji to be you? Or maybe you do have a friend to help you…” Miki said.

That’s when Toshiro remembered a guy he knew, from his idol days, part of his band. Keizo Miiyake or Miiyake-san.

Keizo was a man of many principles, and one of them was to be good at everything they did. They had a bit of a manager in them and helped out in many ways, managing the stages and the choreography lessons and training, being slightly older but not quite than the rest of the group. He was the last one to be around the idol group and even went solo for a while, before pivoting into a career of modelling and acting.

While Toshiro and Keizo kept contact, they weren’t as close as they used to be. But Toshiro could realistically call him out of the blue and he would pick up. Plus, with the syringes, they could more stuff together, allegedly…

Not to mention that even in their idol days, Miiyake-san seemed to have a bit of an affinity as a producer. Almost to the point that he co-produced some of their last few records, providing a much more refined sound that the fans were able to get behind.

Of course, there were a few detractors to his contributions, calling it overpolished or overproduced for their tastes. Almost any signs of imperfections was squashed out. But if that’s what they were complaining about, they should’ve gotten into a different genre entirely.

And he might be a bit of a valuable friend in using these syringes. Especially knowing how much of a pretty-boy he is…

“Wait a minute… I think I know someone that could help.” Toshiro said, instinctively tapping her heels on the floor as she thought over her choice. “Is there any chance you remember Miiyake-san, honey? We might be able to call him up for this one.”

“Miiyabe-san?” Miki pondered for a moment. “Oh! Yeah, I remember him. Wow, blast from the past…! He was at our wedding, getting wooed by my friends! Hahah!” She laughed a bit. “I wonder if he’s still that pretty boy like you were… I’m sad you started gym but at the same, I eat the eye-candy every time you leave the bathroom after shower so not too bad of a tradeoff…”

“Mom! Not in my room, c’mon…!” Iori complained.

“Oops! Sorry, yeah… You want me to call him with your voice? I could do that.” Miki got up and with that the two left Iori’s room, back to their bigger one.

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“Are you staying as Iori for the night? You could just switch in the morning.” Miki said, showing the box with the syringes. “Maybe you could carry a few more with you too.”

Well… technically, he could. But should he, though? Even as cheap as these syringes were?

“…nah. I think I’ll stay as Iori for the night.” The Iori double declined, taking off her ponytail scrunchie to let her hair down. “Those syringes might be 300 yen per shot, but I’m not the kind to be wasteful. Plus… maybe I’d be a bit more comfortable sleeping as a girl. Who knows?”

“Then I have to use it myself to call Miiyabe-san.” Miki said, grabbing Toshiro’s phone. “One second…”

Miki grabbed a syringe and injected herself with it again. “Make me into my husband Toshiro.” And in a moment, Miki was immediately turned into Toshiro, still with the same clothes, that didn’t really fit. After a quick redress with the man’s set of clothes, including underwear, Miki unlocked the phone and browsed the contacts. After finding Keizo’s contact, he went to do a call… A video call.

ring… ring…

“Yo! It’s Miyahara-san! Long time no see, man! I heard you’re a crazy good idol manager now, haha.” Keizo said in a jovial way. He still was very much young looking.

“Hey, Miiyabe-san! Long time no see indeed! Listen, I got a situation here.” Miki said, mimicking the husband. “I need your help with something, probably with a few other things.”

“Yeah? What’s up?” Keizo said.

“What’s up is that I’m actually Miki, and…” Miki moved to show the nice looking Iori double from the video call. “This is actually Toshiro. Iori broke her leg and we got those shady sounding syringes that could change people and turns out they really work.”

“Huh, what? Wait… Miki-san?” The man on the other side was very confused.

“Here, I’ll show you.” He put the phone down but in an angle to show Keizo how it worked and see Miki going from Toshiro back to normal Miki form.

“Yo, what the hell?! That shit wasn’t a scam?!” Keizo was amazed and amused.

“No, not at all. So Toshiro is gonna be her for a few days, but there’ll be a few days where we’ll need to go out to get her music recordings done, and we won’t have a producer for it…” Miki explained.

“Ohhh… Okay… Yeah, I guess I could help you out, as long you get me some of those syringes too!” Keizo laid out his price.

“Sure… We have plenty and I’m certainly gonna order more.” Miki replied.

“Could we meet tomorrow night? I’m kinda out of it today, and it’s a bit late.” Keizo said.

Toshiro nodded, more than prepared to meet his friend at such a time. “Considering tomorrow’s a school day, tomorrow night works. But uh… maybe it’s best that you’d keep stuff like this on the down low. At least until some of the production guys you know could be trusted.”

Especially in terms of the industry he was in. A lot of costume and makeup artists would practically kill to have an easy solution such as this one. Assuming they wouldn’t feel offended on how easy it makes any sort of dressup process, that is…

“Not gonna lie, though… I’m not really digging how a skirt feels. Everything below my waist just feels too freed up.” Toshiro, even in the form of his daughter, would lean forward like he usually does whenever he feels a bit upset…

“Don’t worry, mate. I’m not gonna tell anyone as long I’m in on the fun too!” Keizo replied.

“See you tomorrow, Miiyabe-san.” Miki said to him, waving.

“Catch you two later~” He waved too and she hung up.

Immediately after that, she injected herself with another dose, turning back to Toshiro.

“Okay, that was easier than I expected…” He said to the Iori double. “And you’ll get used to it. Or rather, you better get used to it as it’ll be your life for a while.”

“Uuugh…” Another groan of annoyance comes out of Toshiro. Even if it was his life for the moment, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to be annoyed about it.

“Can’t I at least wear a pantyhose? I’d feel a lot more comfortable if I did…” The Iori double asked in vain.

“You’d have to go get one from Iori, assuming she uses it. I don’t think she does.” Miki replied, now heading to bed. “If you’re sleeping as Iori, I’m sleeping as you. I wanna get a boy’s wet dream…!”

Miki wasn’t even hiding her intentions by this point. He’s not even surprised. Within their life as a married couple, his wife tends to be the most kinkiest compared to him. Not to the point of outright BDSM, but… There were definitely times where her wife had practically drained his stamina from one of her… Needy moments.

“Am I the only one here that doesn’t have any perverted intentions?” The Iori double sighed. “If that’s what you’re thinking of, then you could just fap for the rest of the night…”

“I’m not gonna do anything with you looking like Iori, honey. But we’ll do something alright…” Miki said, before covering himself with the blankets.

“Come to bed, honey… Get your school clothes off first though, you don’t want to get them all wrinkled up.” He said, patting the bed, next to him.

Ah, damnit… right. From what the Iori double could tell, she’s not able to form the clothes from her own skin. Probably something the pharmaceutical company was figuring out with these syringes.

“Yyyyeah… I guess…” The Iori double relented, trying to keep her eyes away from her own body as she started to undress herself. Starting from unbuttoning her shirt from the top.

At least she’ll be comfortable in her… wait, did the real Iori actually wore a set of lace bra and panties for bed? That’s a bit lewder than he was expecting…

Miki gave her a nod as Toshiro stripped. And turned out that Miki was the one that dressed Toshiro up, and picked the lace bra, probably for the next day but it looked good for the night too.

“Good night, honey.” Miki kissed Toshiro’s forehead in a very parental way, like he really was the dad.

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Toshiro was dropped off at school by Miki.

“I’ll go back to the office and tell people you’re not gonna be around, even on phone.” She said after leaving Toshiro. The fancy family sedan left the school grounds and there it was.

The prestigious Professor Emiya Ando Private High School was as big as expected, and Toshiro visited a few times as himself but never he would have dreamed of entering as a student.

After the main gates, she could see Kasumi, Iori’s school friend. She looked busty in the video but in real life, she somehow looked bigger and prettier.

“Mornin’, Iori!” Ah, it seemed that Kasumi was on first name basis with Iori, meaning they trusted each other a lot.

Even in spite of her already being a happily married man, there tends to be a point where his hormones could peak out. Even if it was considerably diminished, thanks to the mix of being two decades older and having to pose as a teenaged girl in the first place, there’s no way a man would be able to resist staring at Kasumi’s tits. Which was why her eyes veered juuuuust ever so slightly away from Kasumi’s face, even as she greeted her apparent friend. She wasn’t really sure if the temptation could ultimately win out by standing this close to her.

“Morning! Didja make sure to finish some of your homework last night?” She asked her friend. Please don’t notice she was trying real hard not to look down…

Kasumi scoffed and looked away, closing her eyes, letting Toshiro ogle her visually for a moment.

“Ugh, don’t even mention that! I had so much homework yesterday… Still do but some stuff is for next week.” Kasumi said, then finally looked at ‘Iori’ but by then, Toshiro’s eyes were focused on her face.

“Did anything interesting happen to you? I sent you some videos of cool dances you could do at your shows. Those Chinese girls are so cute, I have to admit…” Kasumi also knew about the idol part of Iori’s life and was helping her out too with ideas. A nice friend indeed.

‘…ah shit, right.’

She almost forgot about those videos Kasumi sent her. The girls in that video were definitely cute, and knowing Iori, she probably would’ve loved to do such a performance in her own shows. But in the eyes of a producer however…

“Hmm… you think it’ll fit my brand, though? ‘Cause if I’m trying it out, I’m gonna have to suit it to my style…” Iori said, seriously contemplating on what she previously watched from the video. Surely Iori would’ve answered in this sort of way, right?

“Well, you don’t have to copy all of it, just the shots they used… Maybe some of the dancing. There’s a transition in the second I sent that looks so good!” Kasumi had an eye to check this out, apparently!

“Now c’mon, school is about to start…” She said, heading out and smiling at ‘Iori’.

Now that she thought about it, that transition really did seem pretty seamless. Even if she knew it required a LOT of coordination on the performers’ part to even pull off. Maybe she should consider taking some inspiration there. It might actually help give her dances some extra spice. But for now, that would have to wait. They still need to attend their classes. The bell could be ringing any minute now, even as they stood right outside the gate…

“Yeah, yeah, I know…” ‘Iori’ rolled her eyes, walking alongside Kasumi as she readjusted the schoolbag on her shoulder. But as they stepped deeper into the schoolgrounds, an idea was starting to appear in her mind.

“Hey… you got some free time after school? ‘Cuz there’s something I wanna show you at home.” ‘Iori’ said, giving her friend a wink. “You might happen to like it~”

“Oh? Sure, I can use that to not do my homework, hehe.” Kasumi said, chuckling.

The day was fine. In fact it was so fine that it was weird to feel he wasn’t going to be a good teenage girl in general.

For the classes, he had Math, Linguistics, Geography, Chemistry. Nothing really to them, everything he already knew before, but forgot long ago. But once it was re-explained, he could recall everything.

One of the classes was free, as the teacher got sick. Kasumi immediately showed him videos of other dances and some really neat stuff, some of them that he remembered that the real Iori used in her own dances and recordings.

And the best part of all of the day, no one actually bothered them. Surely as an idol, she would have a legion of fans, but as far as he was concerned, other than some people that talked to her in class and the teachers, only Kasumi and her own friends came to talk to ‘Iori’. No people chasing him down the hallways, no love letters, no real craziness. Maybe Iori kept the idol bit a secret… But then he was reminded that of the petition that was signed for the festival. Maybe they were just bidding their time…

After school, Kasumi followed ‘Iori’. Since Toshiro went out of the school earlier than Miki’s shift, they had to take the bus back home. Thankfully, the bus stop next to the home was only a few minutes away from the home, even walking.

Once they arrived, they could see Keizo, the actor. That made Kasumi’s jaw to drop, thinking that was the surprise.

“NO WAY! You know Miiyabe-san?!” Kasumi exclaimed and the older man was amused.

“Greetings…” He said, with a cup of coffee in hand. “I see I already have a fan in the extended family. You can call me Keizo, girl. What should I call you?”

“I’m Nakao Kasumi! Call me whatever you want, Mister Keizo!” Kasumi was oddly submissive to this, enough for Toshiro to pick up on it.

Man… it’s times like these where she wished she could go back in time and just… tell a younger Toshiro to keep his idol life a secret. At least until he had graduated from high school.

The level of popularity he experienced at first was great, but it was more like a painful double-edged sword he had to work with. That level of stress in his daily life certainly diminished the good memories of being in his boy band days.

But hey! At least she managed to get some good cardio from it! Maybe once the festival happens, he’ll be able to make good use of it.

Regardless… he wasn’t expecting Kasumi to not just know of Miiyabe-san, but even channel her inner fangirl the moment she recognized him. Would she recognize him as the actor he is now, or the idol he used to be?

“Wait… you never told me you were a fan of Miiyabe-san, Kasumi.” ‘Iori’ said. “He just happened to be my dad’s old-err… work colleague, more or less.”

“Of course I am a fan of him! He’s a great actor! He takes part of my favorite movie of all time, ‘Don’t Sleep Or You’re Gone’!” Kasumi explained herself. “It’s an honor being near you, Mister Keizo!”

Keizo gave a nervous chuckle. “Easy there, girl… I don’t want you to faint because of me. As far I’m concerned, I’m still a human, like you.”

“Heheh… sorry… I’ll behave.” Kasumi said, sitting down at the couch.

In any case, Miki arrived just in time to stop any more weird things from Kasumi.

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They all moved to Iori’s room. The first thing that happened was Kasumi being confused, why there were two Ioris? She was about to faint but Miki explained the situation. She used practical examples too, by turning into Kasumi herself using a syringe. This made Kasumi gasp loudly. Then ‘Iori’ and Miki would explain the plan to the others. The room had Koji, the older son, Kasumi, the real Iori and Iori double, Keizo and Miki, all talking and discussing next steps.

“Jeez, that thing does really work…” Kasumi mused.

“I’m impressed that technology like this exists.” Keizo mused as well.

“A bit freaky if you ask me but honestly… I looked it up and it’s kinda real, but super underground. Whoever got this got the contacts.” Koji said, with his phone in hand.

“But hey… I guess the plan can work. I haven’t got any work at the moment, I’m taking a break, call it a vacation if you like, so I can definitely help you out, Toshiro. Like old times.” Keizo said with a smile at the Iori double.

For a second there, Toshiro thought he was going to have a panic attack from Kasumi’s reaction… Thankfully Miki was at least there to provide some needed context. The last thing he needed was a guest of his to pass out thanks to an unaccounted oopsie.

But it seems they’ll be getting another member for this growing circle of syringe users they’ve got going… should Toshiro even call it that? It made it sound like they were taking drugs rather than… well… safer drugs, he supposed.

Wait, what did Keizo even meant by a vacation? Especially coming from him of all people?

“Coming from you, I kinda thought you’d just see this as normal work… no offense, but you’re not exactly the type of guy to take a break.” ‘Iori’ said, having chosen to sit on the bed itself. And right next to the real Iori too, just to make their situation seem extra trippy. “What made you change your mind? Showbiz getting too stressful, even as an actor?”

“Not actually…” Keizo shook his head. “I’m taking part of a show on a streaming platform and they announced that next season is coming soon but my character is only showing up again mid-season, so I can’t make any commitments until that happens. So I’m using the time as a break.”

Kasumi gasped. “Wait, they are bringing back Takumi???” She clearly watched the show, from the looks of it.

Keizo chuckled and gave her a wink. “Spoilers, dear… But yes, Takumi is coming back.”

“YES! Finally something good about that show!” Kasumi exclaimed, getting up from the chair that Koji got into Iori’s room for the talk.

“Kasumi! Focus!” The real Iori said, trying to make her friend stop being excited.

“S-sorry…” She sat down again.

“So… Let’s bring it from the top. Kasumi, you don’t need to do anything different. As far as you are concerned, Toshiro is 100% Iori. Treat him like such.” Miki said to Kasumi, giving her some orders.

“Right.” The girl nodded.

“Miiyabe-san, once Toshiro goes to sing as Iori, you take his place.” Miki gave instructions to Keizo.

“Leave to me. I could also take her place if you like, Toshiro. How many recordings does she have?” Keizo asked Miki…

But the real Iori replied instead. “I think it was three and a TV commercial.”

“Perfect. I’ll take over the commercial.” Keizo said, freeing Toshiro from another embarrassing deal.

“I’ll do the photoshoots. Koji, you can act as me if needed.” She said to her son.

“What? Mom, I have college!” He said, complaining a bit.

“Yeah, I know you do and also have a family to help.” Miki pulled rank on him and he didn’t really like it but nodded. “Oh and honey.” She directed her word to Toshiro, the Iori double. “I asked my friend to order another set of 100 syringes. Should be here tomorrow. We’ll split with everyone here in equal parts.”

Kasumi’s eyes went wide. “Oh? You’re giving me too?”

Miki nodded. “Yes, since you are helping us…” And Kasumi blushed a lot from that reply.

Toshiro didn’t even consider the commercials up until now. Regardless of whatever people would say about idol production teams, at least they’re not as unbearably nitpicky as studios for commercials often were. He bared with it plenty of times, but he’d be lying if he didn’t find himself with a shouting match against the director for those shoots. Iori should consider herself lucky she only saw one such example, because there were several more he could definitely think of.

“Thank fucking god you’re here, or else my dignity would be pounded into dust if I ended up doing that commercial. Anything but to deal with their production teams…” ‘Iori’ sighed in relief.

And at the very least, they wouldn’t have to worry about Miki, or even Koji to be considered missing from their obligations.

“And yes, Kasumi-chan. If you’re up in helping us, then we’ll get you your own batch of these syringes… They’re a bit annoying to order, but if you buy them in bulk, they’re at least pretty cheap.”

‘Iori’ took one of the syringes they had lying around, giving it a closer look to figure out what it even contained.

“Cheap enough to make me wonder what it’s got… Isn’t it a bit weird we’re able to buy this in the hundreds?” She asked.

Koji nodded. “It’s pretty shady where this thing is from. I can’t even find the buy button or even a way to make an account. The website only has information about it. It has to be an exclusive club or something.”

“We all have our things, so let’s get to it.” Miki said and the others nodded.

“Anything else you wanna say, dad?” Iori asked the double, already used to seeing her own body moving around outside of her view.

There was one very important thing she wanted to ask about. Even if it was a little detail that no one but mutual idols and ex-idols would have noticed.

“There’s… something I’m a bit curious about, actually.” ‘Iori’ asked, swiping the bangs off of her face. “When we were at school, no one seemed to be overtly attached to the idol side of me. No love letters, no gaggle of school boys trying to chase me down… I might be a bit too paranoid, but you did keep your idol life a secret in school, right?”

Iori looked away for a bit. “Well… They know I’m an idol, but…”

Kasumi took over for the rest of the reply. “The principal likes her work and put a blanché policy for harassing her. So if anything happens to her, she can get that person expelled.”

Iori blushed and looked away for a moment. “I said to him it was fine…”

Miki and Keizo blinked a few times. “Huh. That is certainly new… I remember you getting chased a lot back in school, Toshi…” Keizo chuckled. “That policy would have been useful back then…!”

Was she actually serious? Does this mean he could’ve just asked his principal for some kind of protection policy back in high school? And assuming the principal thought to hear him out, would have made his high school women troubles so much easier?

The Iori double’s eyebrows twitched.

The lifeless reflection in the Iori double’s eyes returned, even if her eyelids showed how much she was screaming on the inside. All with a defeated smile to match the look.

“…It’s times like this when I start to question my choices back when I was a teenager. Not to mention my intelligence.” She said, that distinct brightened way of speaking Iori had sounding noticeably absent.

That benefit of good cardio was starting to feel really diminished by this point.

Miki smiled and patted the Iori double. “Think of it this way, honey… It got you all muscled up, just the way I like it! Everyday is a dream for me.”

“A-anyway… Miyahara-san, are you giving us some of those syringes?” Kasumi asked Miki.

The woman nodded. “Yes, but not today. I’ll wait for the next box to arrive and then I’ll give your share to Toshiro to send it your way.”

“Okay.” Kasumi nodded.

With this, the plan was set. Toshiro, Miki and even Keizo were gonna replace Iori for a few months, while the girl recovered. They had a good chance to make it work, but would they? Only time would tell.

“Any final things anyone wants to say? Before we start the plan?” Miki asked.

Kasumi raised her hand. “Miiyabe-san… Mister Keizo… Can you sign something for me later down the line? I got an old CD of you that I bought in gBay…”

Keizo smiled. “Sure thing. We can arrange a meeting once we get our syringes… Maybe I could be you for a while?”

“Ooh… Sure! We’ll get it working somehow…!” Kasumi looked elated, making the real Iori smile. “I’m gonna have such a great night today…!”

“I’ll drive you home, okay?” Keizo said to Kasumi and the poor girl almost fainted.

For a moment there, the Iori double was about to speak up and ask if she wanted her photograph as well. Considering they used to work within the same idol group at one point.

But as it turns out… aww. Yeah, this record from Keizo’s solo career. Yeah, nevemind. It wouldn’t have made sense if he signed it.

“Well… you’d better hope she’s not gonna say anything about this in social media, at least. Heheh.” ‘Iori’ grinned at Keizo. “Next thing you know, you’ll end up getting chased even when you’re pushing 40~”

“You say that like it is a bad thing, Toshi! You got chased when you were young and I’m getting chased while I’m older. And considering that you look like your daughter, maybe you want a piece of the action too~” He gave the Iori double a wink.

While Iori looked mortified from a moment, Miki nodded. “I’d encourage it. Go ahead~”

Koji also looked mortified. “Man… This shit is why I wanted to be in college…”

Kasumi blinked a few times. “Might be just a parents thing… My dad and mom do that as well…”

“Ughhh…” Iori whined, the days in bed were gonna be long.

“Oh come on… Me and Keizo aren’t like that. Not to mention I’m already a married man.” The Iori double groaned, annoyed of their cheeky implications. “I might be pushing up on my ears, but I’m not that perverted. ‘Sides, the sort of people that are into you tend to be half your age anyway.”

At least he was glad to not have been present for the time those weird BL lewd doujinshis and fanfics became a common thing. If their group had been active at this moment in time, who knows what sort of weird, lewd scenario a high hormonal teenaged girl would have cooked up.

“I’m just jesting, Toshi. I know your wife is probably murdering you if we do anything.” Keizo chuckled.

“Nah, Miiyabe-san… Mom got all those BL comics…” Iori groaned. “This crap is gonna enable her…!”

Miki took offense to that, of course. “I’m not! I just wanna see what they would do… Honest!”

Koji shook his head. “I’m going back to my room. We’re done here.”

With that, Kasumi and Keizo left the room, then together, as he drove her home (clinging to his arm), and Toshiro and Miki went back to their room.