A few days after the Maiden gig, I was really hankering to begin playing live again. I liked being Derek's wife a lot, but now that we had settled into a nice routine, I was becoming restless. I suggested to Derek that we move closer to the center of London both to save him some commute time and fuel cost and so I could be in greater proximity to where the musical action is. I also wanted a house I could have a room in which to rehearse. "That's going to cost a pretty penny," he doubted. "The money's not a problem for me," I informed him. "Oh really? Are you running a drug cartel behind my back or something?" he joked. "You're my only addiction, honey," I countered with a snarky grin. "But do you want to look around this weekend?" I wondered. "Couldn't hurt," he consented.

Unfortunately, in those pre-internet days, it was hard to know what was available. We contacted an estate agent (real estate agent) and, that Saturday, he began squiring us around. I didn't like anything I saw. "Sweety, how would you feel about moving to America?" "That's not on, love." "But we could get ourselves a nice big place and you could hang a shingle out there." "It's not home, Melody. I'm an Englishman all the way. America doesn't really do it for me." "Yeah, I understand how you feel even though Thatcher sucks donkey cock." "Fucking hell, Melody, I can't believe some of the words that come out of that cute little mouth of yours sometimes," he chuckled. "You mean the same mouth that latches on to your dick several times a week?" I giggled. He burst out laughing at that.

Eventually, I was able to find an agreeable home, but it needed a lot of work and we didn't move into it until January, 1980. Now Derek could take the tube to his office and I wasn't so dependent on him driving me into town anymore. I put an ad in Sounds, a music tabloid prefferred by the burgeoning metal movement, seeking bandmates. Unfortunately, I was never able to get a stable lineup for my neo-classical metal band,  Celestial Dream, and, after banging my head against the wall for five years and with Derek's business growing, I admitted defeat and restricted my rock and roll  career to the confines of my music room and focused more on making a pleasant, healthy home for the two of us. The irony became that since he needed to form pretty close personal relationships with his clients, he threw occasional dinner parties at our place for folks, including celebrities, who were used to good food. The abilities that Vishnu so kindly imbued me with got me by on that account.

In addition, because Vishnu kept me from physically or mentally aging, Derek and many others remarked about how amazing I appeared even when I was getting numerically up in years. Thus, we had a pretty healthy sex life until he came down with prostate cancer at 63 and had to have that gland removed. He fortunately survived that horror after rounds of chemotherapy and radiation, though it took a lot out of him. He could still feel it when I sucked his cock and it felt good to him, but he could no longer get it up. He compensated for it with more oral sex and use of his fingers. I .was never big on toys. I could sense that he was beginning to head for the big round up, unfortunately. At age 72, I woke up next to him one morning and he was gone.

Before the ambulance arrived, I covered his face in kisses and stroked his cold cheeks. The funeral was well attended. None of us would have the pleasure of looking into those piercing eyes of his or being amused by his dry wit any longer. My only regret with him was that I wasn't able to tell him I loved him at the moment he passed.

I grieved for several weeks after Derek's death. The more I had to do this the harder it was becoming with all the transformations and experiences they had engendered.. Maybe it was a lesson from Vishnu on not just how much we value life but how torturous it becomes when the other products of his creation leave us and we insist on carrying on.

Derek had always wondered about the icons of Vishnu I had put up on our bedroom wall. I told him that they lent me a sense of peace. I hope Vishnu continues to watch him and keep him.

 Five months hence, I sold all of my belongings and the house and donated the money to charity. I went into what had been my bedroom and prayed to Vishnu. I then announced that I was ready to return to the residence that I was living in the morning before my latest transformation in 2011.

When I arrived back home the same morning before I initiated my last transformation, I, as usual, took another walk around my house to make sure everything was in good shape. I was also a little hungry, so I went out to a nearby cafe and had a tasty, filling breakfast. When I returned, I reflected on my last adventure as well as other things that happened in my life. I began to mentally revisit the first time I lived and worked in Japan. It was a blast. I became good friends with one of my coworkers, Tsutomu Kurosaki. He was cute, nice and intelligent and even though I was a male, I am also bisexual and kept hoping he would make a pass at me. In the years since, I have often fantasized about Tsutomu pulling his cock out for me to suck and/or to fuck me. I lost contact with him back in the 1990's and I often wondered what he was doing these days. I hope he's happy and healthy.

I decided that I wanted to have a chance to be closer to Tsutomu just to see what would happen. So the next morning, I woke up, took a shower, had breakfast (eggs and toast) and then dropped to my knees in front of Vishnu to thank him for allowing me to continue experiencing all the things the medallion empowered me to.

I stood up and placed both hands on the medallion and intoned, "I want to again look, move and vocally sound exactly like the Japanese rock singer Mari Hamada when she was 21, except with C cups breasts, a totally hairless torso and legs, have the same sex drive I did when I was an 18 year old male, able to get pregnant and give birth to healthy children when I'm off the pill, immune to all sexually transmitted diseases, will orgasm intensely after five minutes of penetration and every five minutes thereafter, will orgasm every five minutes from oral stimulation of my clit and every five minutes thereafter, my body will bounce back to look the same as it did before I got pregnant, a wide ranging and sexy wardrobe and a Lexus, semen will taste good to me, inherent knowledge of how to best make myself up and care for my hair, will be able to cook to the level of the best chefs in the world, will not physically or mentally age or be a victim of any crime or accident, the tellers at my bank will know me on sight and not hassle me for ID, and who will go back to 1995 on the first day I started working in Japan with a suitcase full of female clothing and a purse that contains $100,000 in Japanese yen, though when I return to the U.S. I will be living in my own beautifully furnished and decorated two story house, including a shrine to Vishnu, in Seco Alta with $100 billion US in the bank that nobody will question me about, a whole array of platinum credit cards with no limits, my identity documents will show my name as being Aiko Hanatomi and I will be a virtuoso guitarist and keyboard player who would know how to correctly play a song after hearing it just once and who remembers every song I learned during previous transformations, speaks Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese and Korean fluently in addition to English plus I will be permitted to bring birth control pills into Japan.I am now ready for the transformation."

I woke up in a Tokyo hotel room at around 6 a.m. and was naked. I went to my luggage and picked out my clothes for the day: a white blouse, blue jeans, white cotton bikini style panties and a bra. My purse was on the end table with all my credit cards, ID and cash on it. After taking an hour to think things through since I had been through this previously, I gathered up my effects and headed downstairs to wait for the head of my company's Japanese division. He picked me and the other girl who was sent there with me (though to work at different branches) up and took me to what would be my new workplace for the ensuing three months to introduce me. Once he did likewise for the other girl, who was also Japanese-American and was named Hiromi Kitami, at her new job site, he took us to the apartment building where we would each be residing, both of us having our own studio flats.

From there, Hiromi and I were lead to the train station that was a bit down the block and shown how to use it to commute to work and then return to our respective apartments. The Tokyo subway system is pretty much a piece of cake. When I got back to my branch, I was asked what department I wanted to work in and that was where I remained until my assignment was up. Of course, I got a bunch of remarks about how much I looked like Mari Hamada and they found it interesting I was a musician, too.

They put me on the employee schedule and I mostly worked the night shift 1-10 p.m. five days a week and had Saturdays and Wednesdays off. Tokyo is really safe so I had no worries about walking home from the station in the dark. The next shift, I met Tsutomu, who was a 20 year old part timer that was working his way through college. We had brief chats in between performing our duties . Then that Friday night, we went to a local restaurant, where they held a party to welcome me aboard. I hate booze, but when you go out with Japanese you have to drink and so by the end of the night I was somewhat tipsy. I did, though, have nice conversations with a few of the permanent and part time staff, including Tsutomu. He was seated across from me, though, so I couldn't touch him.

Saturday, I had off, so I went guitar shopping and bought a Strat and a Les Paul. Then after taking them to my apartment, I bought a Marshall combo amp because I was going to try to get in on some jam sessions. But for practice in my apartment, I just used a Rockman (this was before Boston guitarist Tom Scholz sold that line off to Dunlop, who put out inferior versions of it), which was one of the earliest portable headphone amps. Then I went to purchase a rice cooker and cooking utensils. I would have to go to the supermarket every day because the apartment didn't have a refrigerator, but that was fine. The supermarket was only about 200 yards away. There was also a convenience store just around the corner from my building.

By the time I went to work Sunday morning, I felt like I was pretty well situated. I saw Tsutomu again and briefly put my hand on his shoulder and elbow while I talked to him. I also asked if he had a girlfriend and he said he didn't. I already knew that, but by inquiring about it I was trying to instill in him the idea that I wanted to make sure that the field was clear for me to take a run at him.

Later on, not long before we closed shop for the day (which was at 6 p.m. on Sunday), I remarked to a couple of the other girls how cute and nice he seemed. Tuesday night, he asked me to go to dinner with him on our breaks. We mainly talked about ourselves and he admitted that he didn't have much experience with women. Obviously, it wasn't because he didn't go for it when he found out somebody liked him. On the way back to work, I told him what I thought of him, which caused a big smile to cross his face. I gave him my phone number, too, and the next day he called me during a break he had in his classes. We discussed what it's like being in college, our majors and all that stuff.

Wednesday, he had a half shift and we were too busy to have private conversations with each other, but I smiled when I caught his eyes looking at me and he bashfully grinned. It was so cute! Friday, I went out drinking with a bunch of my coworkers from our department, including Tsutomu. We went to two different establishments and were out past two a.m. The trains had stopped running at that point and that meant that Tsutomu, who resided in a prefecture that adjoined the Tokyo area, was going to have to drive home intoxicated. I didn't want him to do that and whispered to him that he could stay at my place to sleep off his inebriation. I suggested that he meet me at the train station near my house. We couldn't be seen getting into the same cab together or my colleagues might surmise that he was headed for my bed, which would cause embarrassing gossip. My cab pulled up to the station and I waited for him. A few minutes later, he disembarked from another cab and the two of us staggered off to my apartment.

I held on to his right arm as we ambled down the backstreet leading to my building. He was becoming a little uptight as we made our way to the elevator. Perhaps he had never slept over with a woman, I don't know. I didn't have any pajamas or a robe with me because I never wore them. So when I exited the shower a little while later, it had to be in a bra and panties. I could see his eyes popping out of his head as he scanned my body. I let him shower first and he had put his pants and shirt back on before he emerged from the bathroom.

I turned the light out, slid into bed and bid him to scoot in next to me. "So do you think I'm a bad girl for letting you do this?" I asked. He said no he didn't. However, it can sometimes be hard getting the God's honest truth out of a Japanese because they are raised to avoid direct confrontation. I looked into his eyes in the dark and gave him a kiss on the forehead and asked if he would mind cuddling me. He wrapped his arms around me and I held his hands as I nodded off. God, that was a comfortable four hours before he woke me up at just after eight to say he had to go home for a new change of clothes before he would head for work and get there by noon.

"Tsutomu, can I ask you a question?" 'Yes." "Do you like me?" Now keep in mind I was still just in my underwear while this was going on. He stammered out a "yes." I hugged him and, in a quiet voice, said, "listen Tsutomu, I'm sorry to be so aggressive, but I really like you. I want to spend more time with you today, so can I go with you? Then when you get to work, I'll just take the train home." He looked at me like I was from the Andromeda galaxy. "Oh wait, I'm sorry," I said, face palming. "I didn't mean take me home with you. You can just drop me off a few blocks from your house and then pick me back up when you go back to Tokyo," I urged. In Japan, the girlfriend only meets a guy's parents when they are going to get married. Obviously, we weren't quite at that stage yet. "You're such a dork," he said playfully. "Yeah, that's me," I giggled. "Okay," he tolerated. I took care of my grooming, threw on a white man's shirt, a checkered mini-skirt and flats.

We left my apartment and, as we set out for the station, I intertwined his fingers with mine. I looked up at him as I did this and he smiled like the cat that just got the canary. Both of us, though, were unmistakably a little drowsy from a lack of sleep plus the alcohol that was still being dealt with by our bodies. Our work was only two stops away, so it didn't take us long to find his car. Fortunately, it was only about 30 minutes to his home. He let me out at a bookstore and I actually bought a few things while I was there. He returned an hour later, as planned, and we repaired to the top floor of a department store for an early lunch. We ate and he gave me a quick kiss in the parking  garage before he went to work and II went home. 

I didn't see him again until Tuesday, which was fine. I had already been aggressive enough with him and so I wasn't going to give him the third degree about why he didn't at least call for two days like a lot of chicks would have. I wanted to make dinner for him, but my apartment only had a basic two electric burner stove, no oven, and that made it hard to do anything other than extremely simple stuff.

Wednesday, I was reading one of the Japanese rock magazines when, in the back, there was an ad seeking a female guitarist for an all girll band. I called the number in the ad and spoke to the singer, Mai Torahama, and we arranged for me to audition the following Saturday. In the meantime, Thursday, I told Tsutomu that I would definitely be open to him spending the night with me Friday after work. I also let him know about the audition I was going to. He agreed to the sleepover, telling his parents that he was going out drinking with his coworkers again and he wouldn't be home until around breakfast time because he was going to kip in a capsule hotel so he wouldn't have to drive while under the influence.  He couldn't drive to my apartment building because the very limited parking was all reserved for tenants. So he had to leave his car overnight again at the parking garage.

I held him as we sat on the train to the apartment while he gripped a bag containing a change of clothes in his other hand. He was joking and laughing and just being his usual sweet self. We eventually got to my temporary home and I led him inside, where we spent the first hour cuddling while watching tv. I got up and turned the set off, jumped on top of him and gave him some quick pecks on the lips, which turned into slow, soft kisses, which shifted into mutual tongue diving. I got off of him and said I was going to take a shower. I stripped down to my underwear and gave him a nice view of my ass before I sashayed off to the bathroom.

About 20 minutes later, I came out with my body wrapped in a towel and let it drop right in front of him. "Sugoi! (wow!) he exclaimed. I plopped myself back by his side and we resumed kissing, in between little puckish jokes he was making that made me giggle. I think he was also a little shocked at the way I was throwing myself at him.But it's better to go after what you want rather than play games and risk losing out to a more enthusiastic party. He began gently groping my tits while I unbuttoned his shirt. He shed the shirt and then I felt the distension of my left nipple arising out of his suckling it. God, it felt so good! I lightly stroked the back of his head with my lefthand while my right undid the clasp on his pants and pulled the zipper down. My pussy was practically sloshing with my wetness and as my heart beat excitedly, I was so happy we were doing this at that juncture. The little impulses of pleasure were steadily building a nice little high inside me.

My hand insinuated itself into his shorts and rubbed his erect cock, which was already a little gooey with precum. I whispered in his ear to remove the rest of his clothing. He rolled over on his back and lifted his hips to do that. I sat up and, after the offending garments were disposed of, I commenced licking his rigid dick. He let out a very pleased moan and that would intensify after I sandwiched it between my lips. I sucked up little drops of precum that continued to drip out of the head before returning to clamping my piehole around the shaft and bobbing my head up and down on it. Five minutes later, he blew his load into my oral cavity. You'd think he just died and gone  to heaven judging by the expression on his face. "Wow, that was amazing!" he celebrated. "I've never had a blowjob before." "Well, it's not going to be your last," I giggled. "Oh really?" he chuckled. "Of course. You're my boyfriend," I rejoindered with a wicked smile.

"Now it's your turn," I announced. "Huh?" "Lick me down there," I pleaded. "I don't know how. I've never done that before," he disclosed. "No problem sweety. I'll teach you," I advocated. "Uh, okay," he answered somewhat hesitantly. He got between my legs as I put a pillow under my hips to make my vulva more accessible. I pointed out where everything was and also taught him about my g spot. "Okay Tsutomu, lick and lightly suck my clit (in Japan, girls usually refer to it as, "kuri-chan") and let my reactions be your guide." He tentatively did that. "Keep your facial muscles and jaw relaxed," I further instructed. I felt the first pulling on my love nubbin with his suction and I emitted a moan. So he kept doing it and it got me hotter and hotter, my ardor soon reaching critical mass before I felt like I was experiencing a Fourth of July fireworks show inside me. "Oh God oh fuck yes, don 't stop," I whimpered in English, "Oh fuck! Ikisou (I'm going to cum)! Iku! Iku!" I barked as devastating thunderbolts of pleasure coursed through me. Oh God, don't stop baby, ohhhhhhh" I urged in Japanese. He brought me off a couple of more times and looked very pleased with himself.

He was already hard again and, after he put on a condom (I wasn't sure if my birth control pills were effective yet), I ushered his dick into me as he positioned himself on top of me. Fuck, his cock was hard! So what they say about Japanese guys' penises being firmer than those of westerners is definitely true. He began thrusting it in and out of me as I held on to him tightly. "Daisuki (I love you)!" I rasped into his ear as he ravaged me. "Daisuki yo Aiko-chan!" he declared as he continued to pump his length into me. Fuck, the sensations I was experiencing, the confluence of emotion and pleasure, was just out of this world and I was soon at ecstasy's door. "Fuck me harder baby!" I prodded and he upped the pace of his thrusts, throwing me over the falls of pleasure and making me pant and feel flushed, my wetness coating his meat tube.

He carried on from there, eliciting another two steaming orgasms out of me before he filled his rubber with his semen. "That was my first time!" he revealed as he collapsed on top of me. "And what was your opinion of it?" I giggled. "I think I could become addicted to it," he retorted. I felt a weird kind of pride taking his virginity. 

"Aiko-chan, how many children do you want? he interrogated. "Three would be nice," I calculated. "Sounds good to me," he approved. This was his way of telling me he was looking at me as marriage material. He round filed the condom and we went to sleep, him spooning my bare body.