(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
*****
Walking up to the baggage check, Haruki dropped her bright blue suitcase onto the scale, and smiled pleasantly at the employee. The employee, still looking shell-shocked from the earlier interaction, seemed to practically act in a haze as she grabbed the first luggage tag to print from the machine, wrapped it around Haruki's suitcase, and sent Haruki's suitcase onto the conveyor. Haruki then grabbed her ticket and wandered off to her gate, glad she hadn't had to pull out her translation app again, as it was always so cumbersome.
Meanwhile, the employee was about to take the next patron's ticket, when she remembered the scary first girl's luggage was still untagged behind her. Grimacing, the employee prayed she hadn't messed something up as she grabbed the next luggage tag to print, slapped it onto the suitcase, and pushed the suitcase onto the conveyor. As she did so, she wiped some sweat from her brow.
Maybe she wasn't cut out for this job after all!
*****
For some reason, the flight to France felt like it took significantly longer than you would've expected. Not like you could really tell the time in the pitch black of Mari's suitcase, so you mostly just slept. Your girlfriend's silky panties and elastic bikinis made for surprisingly comfortable bedding, and you slept wonderfully, even if you were growing bored by the time the plane touched down. A little boring plane ride was more than worth the incredible adventure that you would now be embarking upon with your girlfriend by your side.
Except, even as you felt your suitcase be pulled from the luggage conveyor and trundled along out of the airport, Mari still hadn't freed you. Maybe she was waiting for a safer location or some such, but it was still strange that your girlfriend was opting to keep you trapped in her suitcase instead of letting you out to see France with your own eyes. It was also slightly strange to hear basically nothing, mixed with occasional trains, instead of the hustle and bustle of the city. Were you in a different part of France than you'd originally thought?
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the entire suitcase bounced and jostled erratically as it was dropped sideways onto some sort of bed. You had fallen under a thong in the maneuver, and as you fought to pull yourself out you heard the suitcase unzip and light flood inside. You rapidly blinked your eyes to see again, and you peered up from under the thong into the beautiful eyes of...
...a dark-haired, attractive, young Japanese woman, and a complete stranger. Where the hell were you?
*****
"Uh...what?" Haruki said, somewhat inelegantly.
She was completely flabbergasted to see that, instead of her own modest attire, her suitcase was bursting with the shockingly revealing lingerie and bikinis of a total stranger. Somehow, her luggage must've been swapped with someone else's while at the airport! And, having been an international airport, the chances of ever tracking her stuff down would be basically nothing. Great. Just great. What an awesome end to her disappointing vacation.
Still, at least the stuff in the suitcase seemed to be, miraculously, her size. Haruki had to assume the owner of this suitcase was of similarly well-proportioned build, and she hoped the mystery woman currently opening her own suitcase would still be happy with Haruki's cute but functional attire. At least it was just simple clothing in the suitcase, which would be easily replaced. Maybe the woman wouldn't even care that the swap had happened!
Shrugging, Haruki stood up and headed off to take a shower, as she was feeling a bit sticky from the long flight in the cramped plane. Afterward, she'd inevitably be hounded with questions from her mom about how the trip went, and if she brought any new tiny boyfriends back home with her.
Haruki wandered out of the room.
*****
You watched the Japanese woman leave, and your brain frantically attempted to catch up with everything that had happened. Far as you could tell, your suitcase had been swapped with Mari's, and you were now in the house of a woman in Japan with no immediately obvious way to get home. Crap.
Extricating yourself from the suitcase took a while, though you weren't in a rush as you were mostly just trying to think up some sort of escape plan. Maybe you could get the woman's attention and beg her to ship you back home to the States, or even to Mari in France? Hopefully the woman spoke some English, and hopefully she was gentle and respectful of tinies. Of course, if she wasn't, you were screwed. Would it be better to just run and hide for now?
Clambering up to the top of the suitcase rim after twenty minutes, your eyes widened as the door to the woman's bedroom you were now in swung open wide.
1) It's Haruki, back from her shower and clad only in a towel. Her eyes fall immediately on you, spotting and recognizing you before you can retreat. Her own eyes widen in happy surprise.
2) It's Haruki, but you manage to duck out of sight before she sees you. This ends up being a terrible idea, as the oblivious girl grabs her suitcase, drags it downstairs, and dumps you and all of the clothes into the washing machine!
3) It's Sumire, Haruki's beautiful mother. The woman takes a seat on her daughter's bed, eager to talk with her child, but it isn't long before her wandering eyes spot you and light up. She grabs you tight before you can react.
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