We follow the story of a 60yr old Japanese housewife who lives with her 18yr grandson. One day, her 18yr old grandsons black bully shows up at their front door and claims he’s her grandsons friend. She lets him in but unknown to her he has a reality bending app on his phone. Using the app, he makes himself an FBI: Female Body Investigator who’s “allowed to go to any lengths anything during the inspection”(even sexual and people will see it as normal for an FBI due to the app).

Chapter 1: Introduction

The soft tatami mat felt cool and comforting beneath my feet. I adjusted my bun, having to tug on the strands a couple times to get it just right. I made my way through the sunroom, straightening the scrolls that adorned its walls. It was a peaceful and quiet place, thanks to the ornamental screens that had been specially crafted to block the noise from outside.

Stepping into the living room, I saw my eighteenth grandson Tyrone sitting comfortably on the corner of my low wooden table.

He had a smug look on his face that I couldn't quite place. But then again, maybe I was just overthinking it.

"Tyrone, what brings you to my home so unexpectedly?" I asked as politely as I could muster.

He looked at me with a serious expression. "I'm here on official business, actually. I'm an FBI agent, here to check up on the sexual health and well-being of women in the area."

I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"FBI? I don't understand."

Tyrone held up his phone. He had an app open on it, the words "FBI Inspection" written in bold letters on the screen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"That's right," he said. "I'm conducting inspections in the area and I need to gather some information from you. It's mandatory for all women in the community."

My heart raced as I tried to understand what was happening.

Was Tyrone really an FBI agent? It all seemed so surreal.

"Alright," I said hesitantly. "What do you need to know?"

"I just need some basic information," Tyrone said. "Age, marital status, cup size, hip size, if you're ovulating, and if you're feeling particularly horny today."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But then again, I had always known Tyrone to be a bit of a troublemaker. Maybe this was just another one of his pranks.

But something about the way he was looking at me, with that same smug expression, made me think otherwise.

"I'm 60 years old," I said, trying to control the shaking in my voice. "I'm a widow. My cup size is a C, and my hip size is 42 inches. And yes, I am ovulating. I can feel it in my body."

"Good to know," Tyrone said with a nod. He tapped away at his phone, recording the information I had given him. I couldn't believe what was happening.