Max was a lonely guy in his mid-20s, and secretly still a virgin. While his friends in college had been going out to parties every weekend and getting laid he'd focused on his studies, so while he had a great high-paying engineering job  at a major firm he had never had a chance to slow down and get a girlfriend. After finally trying out dating apps like Tinder and OKCupid with limited results, he got desperate and asked one of his older, happily-married coworkers for help, who recommended looking into getting a mail-order bride online. For a considerable sum of money, any guy in America could ‘purchase’ a young Asian woman and bring her into the country as his wife. While Max was uneasy about the ethics of international marriage agencies, he was sick and tired of jerking off alone in his room and decided to do something about it.

Looking through an online catalogue one night, he found himself the perfect woman: Izumi was a gorgeous young Japanese woman around his age with cute eyes, luscious hair that rested around her shoulders and best of all, a juicy pair of D-cup breasts that made his mouth water just thinking of squeezing them. Paying for the expensive subscription and sending her a message, he expected to be waiting a while when he suddenly got a reply in broken English. They talked for a while over text, discussing briefly what it was like in their lives, when she finally dropped the question: “Do you want to enter my life?”

Hesitating, Max decided he couldn’t wait any longer to lose his virginity, replying yes. The moment he hit send his computer began to freak out, strange colorful popups flooding the screen and obscuring his view. Assuming it was some sort of error, he reached for the power button when suddenly an incredible shock of electricity arched through his body and knocked him out cold.

He awoke in at a desk in a completely different place, a tiny, dirty little bedroom that looked Japanese. Reaching up for his dazed head, his hands met a surprising headful of hair which was enough to shock him awake. Looking at his computer, where the dating site was still open, he could see the faint reflection of a young, cute-looking Japanese woman staring back at him. “Oh no...” he stuttered in a thick Japanese accent. “Rot’s happening to me?” Looking down, he could see a pair of well-endowed bumps underneath his button-up shirt, and reaching for them with his delicate hands, he gave them a squeeze and yelped in pleasurable surprise when he felt the squishy, soft mass on his chest send sexual sensations up his spine. Looking at the screen again, he saw that he was logged into Izumi’s account, with one new message: I’m sorry I had to swap our bodies. it read, but I can’t stand it there any longer. Good luck with your new life! Realizing that he was now trapped in her body he began to panic, tears beginning to run down his cheeks anxiously.

Then, taking a deep breath, he stood up and took a 360-degree view of his new body in a nearby mirror, marvelling at his smooth skin, short slender stature, and shapely butt. But the thing that drew most of his attention was his chest. Unbuttoning his shirt to get a better view. he looked down at his incredible boobs and began to bounce them up and down, unable to resist the horny male part that still remained his brain. Taking off his bra and holding his big boobs in his hands, he smiled when he realized that this meant he could play with these tits whenever he wanted. “I guess this isn’t sho bad...” he said aloud in his Japanese accent, teasing his hardening nipples. “At reast I don’t have worry about peopre not wanting to sex me anymore...”