A Party To Forget
Emma slowly opened her eyes to the inside of the train carriage, her head was pounding and she felt ready to vomit. The events of last night's bachelorette party came flooding back to her…
Her friend Cassidy had quite a lucrative job, and when she got engaged, began saving to take all her bridesmaids to Japan. One year later, Cassidy, Emma, and their friends Gina and Alayna touched down in Tokyo for the bachelorette party.
Emma was excited and all, and could hardly complain since Cassidy was paying for the airfare and hotel, but she had some reservations. You see, Emma was from a Japanese-American family, and she was constantly struggling to escape from the stereotypes about Asian women. Anyone expecting her to be overly shy, polite, cute, or fawning could expect a swift kick in the pants. Sometimes literally.
Being in Japan, this kind of stereotypical Asian woman was constantly around her. Although Emma looked the other way for a couple days, her anger simmered.
Finally, one single incident boiled her over. The whole bachelorette party was in a trendy Tokyo bar, and they had all had a lot to drink. They were loud, crude, and having a great fucking time. Their party was so magnetic that they even attracted a couple of adventurous local women! The Japanese ladies didn’t speak much English, but they didn’t need to. Everyone was still having a blast dancing and singing off-tempo.
But then, an angry-looking Japanese man rushed up to the party. Judging by his age and the laser focus he had on one of the women, he was probably her father. The man starting berating his daughter, and she immediately fell quiet and limp. As he lectured her, she walked out behind him without saying a word. Her friend lingered for a moment before disappearing into the crowd. The party had just had a stinking, wet blanket thrown over it.
“What a prick!” Emma exploded. “I can’t believe the way women are expected to behave here!”
“It’s not right,” Cassidy agreed with a sigh. “Nobody should put up with such shoddy treatment.”
“Somebody should do something,” Alayna slurred, slamming her fist on the table. “Lead by example. Kick these men in the balls!” She hiccupped. “So to speak.” In her drunken, furious haze, Emma found herself totally convinced.
“Hell yeah!” she agreed. “But what’s going to make the biggest, best impact right fucking now?” The women thought on it for a moment, before Alayna widened her eyes and leaned forward, knocking over her drink.
“What if one of you got butt-ass naked?” she giggled, chest heaving in laughter. “Show these proper ladies this is their club, and they set the rules!” All of Alayna’s friends burst into excited laughter and chattering, but quickly fell into a game of “Not It!”
“Yes!” Cassidy clapped, “But one of you do it, I’m claiming bride privileges.”
“Well, I think it should be Gina,” Emma rebutted. “She’s got the biggest tits, a nice ass, you know, something to be proud of!” Gina looked stunned that Emma would say this, and frankly, a little pissed.
Gina stuttered a moment before coming back with, “Well, the Japanese have the most respect for Japanese, right? Which of us is the most Japanese?” Then, she looked pointedly at Emma and gave her a devilish grin. The other women soon followed. Even in her loopy state, Emma’s heart sank a little.
“Take it off! Take it off!” her friends began to chant.
“Oh come on! Isn’t this a little racist?” Emma protested , but she was slurring her words and her friends were far louder. Besides, she thought (drunkenly) that maybe they had a point. It was pretty scandalous, and there were mostly women around. Maybe she would inspire some anarchy. Also, she was pretty fucking drunk and horny and the idea of taking off her clothes made her drip.
As her friends continued to chant, Emma reached shaky hands behind her back and began to unzip her own dress. As that little zipper slowly slid down, the black fabric of her dress slightly rolled away, climbing up her shoulders and revealing the straps of her navy-blue bra. Emma continued, pulling herself out of the sleeves, but her fingers began to tremble slightly when her firm cleavage came into sight. By this time, other people had noticed what was happening, and although most watched from afar, Emma could still feel their eyes on her.
But that hot, swirling head of hers pressed on, and she let her dress fall to the floor. As she bent over to pick it up, her friends applauded, and she cringed. Emma gently held one hand over her butt, covering her skimpy, lacy, light blue panties. She rose to put the dress on her seat, becoming highly aware she was standing in a packed club in nothing but her underwear and a pair of heels.
She felt sweat race down her chest and thighs as voices whistled and catcalled from the darkness around her. Everything became just a bit blurry, and she felt the overwhelming need to be drunker. “Drink,” Emma grunted, and Alayna complied, passing her a cocktail of some sort. Emma downed it in two sips, not even stopping to check what it was. As her screaming inhibitions were dulled further, Emma quickly reached behind her back again and unhooked her bra.
That was the last thing she remembered before just now. As Emma’s vision cleared, eyes facing up at the ceiling of the train, a haunting feeling overcame her. She was absolutely petrified to look down at herself. But after a long, painful moment, she did.
And of course she was naked. Two pinlike nipples perked up from her brownish-pink areolas, and a thick strip of black pubic hair stuck out between her bare, creamy thighs. None of her friends were around, just a couple of clearly shocked and embarrassed strangers. Emma quickly covered herself, curling up in a ball on her train seat.
Trying not to vomit, she looked up at the train map. They were a long, long way away from her hotel, and she certainly didn’t have a phone on her. How had this happened? Suddenly, Emma noticed a crumpled napkin sitting on the seat beside her, with a bit of Japanese script on the front. In hiragana, it read, simply, “brave.” One last foggy memory came back to her.
As Emma had danced in the club, completely naked, many laughing Japanese women around her, one of them whispered in her ear. When Emma indicated she couldn’t hear, the Japanese youth had pressed a bar napkin into her hand. That simple word had given Emma a rush of adrenaline. Why stop here, she thought. All of Tokyo waits to be inspired!
Then, she had run out into the street, breasts jiggling, with her friends just a little too drunk and dizzy to catch up to her by the time they had noticed.
It was still going to be a very long ride for Emma. But at least she felt like she was mostly stupid, rather than entirely.
Prompt provided by Skyblueshrew. Originally posted on Deviantart in 2019.