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China Doll
by Miss Carolyn Mingmei Kimiko Wu
On that day in April 1994 when I first met my fate, I was looking for a way to go to Hong
Kong for a few weeks. I searched up and down Broadway Avenue, a few blocks from my
Alpine Street apartment in downtown Los Angeles until I found the shop. I read the pinyin
words "Dailishang Xiansheng Zhuanru Xiaojie" and then the English title "Mom and Pop
Travel Agency." It looked like any other travel office that one might see in Chinatown.
Quaint, unobtrusive, and decorated with a number of posters of women dressed in long
qipaos and kimonos offering tea with a smile to a wayward traveler. I had heard about these
offices as being a place where one could book a flight to the Far East for less money than
most airlines charged for a flight to the East Coast. Furthermore, most travel agents could
book you into accommodations which would give a little local color if you know what I mean.
I opened the door slowly and walked in. It was a tiny office and I almost knocked over a
cardboard figure of a Korean Air stewardess. I had to duck slightly to avoid the flag of
Taiwan which hung over from the ceiling, something that I found unusual given that I stand
only 5'11". I looked around at the four desks which were occupied by two Asian ladies
and two Asian men, all of whom put down their Chinese newspapers when I entered the
room. Naturally, even though all were eager to book my reservation, I made a beeline for
the desk furthest from the door because it was occupied by a very beautiful Asian girl of
about 30 years of age. The two men immediately went back to reading their newspapers
while the other Asian woman, who was about 50 years of age, looked a little dejected.
The Asian girl spoke with a heavy accent as she brushed her shoulder-length slightly curly
black hair from her eyes, "Gweilo, you want go to China?" (gweilo is Cantonese slang for
white man)
I quickly said, "Hai" and then realized to my chagrin that I had just spoken Japanese to her
instead of Chinese. She giggled. She was wearing a t-shirt that said "USC" and a black
skirt. I quickly tried to change the topic by telling her that I was getting my Ph.D. at the
University of Southern California. She giggled again and said "I don't think that I went to
the same school."
Okay, I thought, this was getting nowhere. "What is your sign?" she said.
Well, maybe I was getting somewhere. "Capricorn" I replied.
"No, silly. What is your Chinese sign?"
"Oh," I said blushing a little, "I am a sheep - I was born on January 18, 1968."
"A Yin sign. Time of day?" she asked.
"A little after 3 in the afternoon. How about you?" I replied.
"Me. I born May 18, 1964 in Hong Kong to a Japanese mother and a Chinese father. My
name is Mei-Ling Michiko Wu. I am a Dragon and I have a Type O personality."
"Type O?" I replied.
"Blood type," she replied. "Let me guess. You are blood type A, right?"
"Yes, you are absolutely correct. How did you know?"
"Well, you are a definite Yin personality. It is strange that you come in this package but we
can fix that Let me see your palm." she replied cryptically.
I showed her my palm and we talked a little more as she studied it. "Clasp your hands
together" she commanded.
I did so, intertwining my fingers with my left thumb on top.
"Very interesting," she said.
"Um, Mei-Ling," I said, trying to change the topic, "I want a package deal to China. Hotel,
airfare, and guided tour. How much will it cost me for two weeks?"
"You want in two weeks?" she replied. "Hmm, you want First Class package or
Economy?"
"Economy. I don't think I would ever be able to go First Class," I replied.
She replied, "Actually, it costs about same. Only a slight more fee for you and so much
better."
"Okay, tell me both prices and their benefits and then I'll decide," I replied.
"Economy package is two weeks in Beijing, Shanghai, and Hong Kong with transport on
Korean Air for $1500."
"Ouch. I guess that even the economy package is going to be outside my price range," I
replied and started to get up.
"Wait!" Mei-Ling said. "Not polite to leave a lady before final offer is made. How much
you want to spend, gweilo?"
"Well," I replied. "I was looking for about $1000 or so." I fully expected her to roll her
eyes and shoe me away. But she looked at me and smiled.
"I like you, gweilo. You like working holiday? I can get you to China for a month for
$500 if you want work a little. Maybe can even get it for free."
My interest was piqued. I definitely liked the tune of this. "What kind of job would this
entail?" I asked.
"Simple," she said. "We have some trouble with our English brochures. You rewrite in
proper English and I get you a ticket for free. You like me be your guide?" she smiled
beguilingly.
I looked over Mei-Ling. She was definitely cute. Although a little young, she was
definitely perky. She had a beautiful round face and her white t-shirt was so tight against
her body that I could see her small but firm breasts did not have a bra constraining them.
Must be about 5'3" I thought to myself. "What you say, gweilo?" she said.
"Okay. I will be glad to, I said."
"Xie xie ni. We will have a lot of work to do. Why not come over to my place about 8 and
we get started? Here is my address."
I thanked Mei-Ling as she handed me the brochure and her business card. What was most
unusual about this card was that her home address was written down at the bottom of the
card but I didn't see her ever write it out. Mei-Ling started riffling through her desk and
found a form. "Ah, here it is. Please fill out and return to me, okay?" I took the form and
went home. It was 5 PM.
Arriving back at my apartment about 5:30 PM, I set to work on the form. It turned out that
it was anything but an employment form. Instead it was for a dating service.
"Please fill out this based on your fantasy." Hmm, I thought to myself. Obviously, this
was an unusual pickup ploy. I decided that she must want to break the ice with me and this
was the easiest way. "Be honest! It is the only way to be exactly who you want." Well, I
guessed that the first place to do corrections was on the form itself. I wrote off to the side a
note to add the word "with" after "be".
The questions were straightforward. To the race question, I naturally answered Asian.
Although I am Caucasian, being half European and half Middle Eastern, I had always been
attracted to the Asian mystique. I checked "Japanese and Chinese" in the ethnicity box and
to the question about languages known, I checked the boxes for Japanese, Mandarin,
Cantonese, and English. To each of the questions about fluency, I marked "Native
Speaker" for Cantonese, "Fluent" for Mandarin and Japanese, and "Fluent in writing;
Conversational with Chinese accent" for English. After all, though I wanted a very well
educated woman, my fantasy woman would still not be able to challenge me when speaking
to me in my native language. Next to education, I marked "Ph.D." I wanted a brilliant
wife. I marked "traditional" when asked "Attitude?" No feminist for me.
In terms of age, I decided that I wanted a woman of 24 or 25. I also wanted a virgin and a
Moslem, just like myself. When it came to physical attributes, I found myself becoming a
little more realistic in my pronouncements. I asked for a girl to be between 5'7" and 5'9"
with an oval face, shoulder-length straight black hair, with A or B cup breasts.
I became a little impatient as the questions became more detailed. By the time I got to the
end of the questionnaire it was 7:45 PM and I only had time to check off "Qipaos" and
"Kimonos" for favorite types of clothes. I also marked "ultrafeminine" on the
"Masculinity/Femininity" scale.
I then dashed out to meet Mei-Ling. I arrived at Mei-Ling's apartment at 5 minutes past 8
PM. She was dressed in a green qipao, her Chinese collared dress accentuating every curve
on her luscious body. She kissed me passionately as soon as I entered her apartment.
"Wow." I said. "What was that for?"
"So that you will always remember me. I know that a man's first lover is the one he
should always remember. She took the papers from my hand and began removing my
clothes. I asked her how she knew that I was a virgin. "Many things, I know about you
from your birth date and blood type. You are a pure Yin, the first man I ever found as such.
I am a pure Ying, a rarity among women. Yin and Yang must join together to make each
whole."
I learned many things from Mei-Ling that night. She was definitely not a virgin but a very
good teacher indeed. When I awoke the next day, I turned to her and looked into her eyes.
She had been watching me. "Did you enjoy?" she asked.
"Oh yes. Very much so," I replied.
"I ask you a question now. Be honest. You want me for a wife?"
I was in shock. One night I knew her and I didn't know what to say. Before I could say
anything, she said, "or would you prefer your fantasy?"
I had to respond honestly that I actually wished that she were my sister as opposed to being
my wife. Mei-Ling was a cute girl and a real good lover but she wasn't that brilliant and
she was a little old for me. I told her the truth. I preferred my fantasy but also told her that
honestly that I would like to keep seeing her because I could see myself married to her
because life is a series of compromises and choices. No one could expect everything would
be just as they want it to be. She replied, "I am pleased that you are honest. For this, soon
you will find that your dreams come true."
She handed me a glass of orange juice which I quickly drank down. "Very good. I want to
find an American name. What is your favorite American girl's name?" she asked. I
replied "Carolyn."
"Do you want me to give you a Chinese name?" she asked.
"Yes. Well, I usually use the Chinese name Zaowu because it is close to my current name
of Zagros. It means the divine wind that created the universe. I like because I named after
mountain range." I stated, surprised that I had dropped into broken English.
"No, I don't want one close to your current name. You are quite good looking and very
smart, so I will call you Mingmei because it means bright and beautiful."
"But that a girl name!" I stated.
"Yes," she replied, "and so it should be, my dearest sister. I knew that you should have
been born a girl from the first time I saw you. Your birth date and time are Yin, feminine.
Your blood type is A, a feminine blood type. In fact, type A personalities make good wives.
My blood type is O. We make good elder brothers. Your palm also said female, as does
your handwriting from the application. The fact that you feel more comfortable with your
left thumb over your right thumb when your hands are clasped confirms that your soul is
female. I am merely correcting a birth defect."
She held up a mirror and I watched as my half-European, half-Middle Eastern male face
was turned into the face of an innocent half-Chinese, half-Japanese girl. I realized that I was
becoming the very essence of my fantasy girl. However, I was growing shorter, my hair
was growing longer, and I was growing younger. I watched as my wallet and American
passport that I had left on my desk transformed into a purse and a Hong Kong passport.
Mei-Ling brought my passport over to me. My birth date had changed as had my name. I
saw a very pretty young Asian girl staring back at me and realized that I was looking at my
own picture. "Name: Carolyn Mingmei Kimiko Wu. Citizenship: British National
Overseas Sex: F. Date of Birth: 4/18/74"
Mei-Ling continued, "Of course, everyone who comes to our agency who knows Chinese
realizes that we are the Mister to Miss Tranformation Agency. You were our first gweilo
customer. I guess you can now see why we need a change in our English title. Of course,
you are now a very beautiful young half-Chinese, half-Japanese girl. You can work in our
store when you are not going to school."
I watched as my clothes changed into a qipao. My breasts started growing until they
reached an A cup size while all evidence of my former male self changed into female form.
My voice became much higher in pitch so that I sounded like a young girl.
I found my mind changing as well. Instead of shock or horror at the transformation, I
found myself quite accepting of the process. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. The thought of
being anything other than a girl gave me the shivers. "I enjoy being girl, Mei-Ling" I said.
I looked in my purse and saw that my USC identity card now identified me as an
undergraduate in Asian studies. I also found out that I was an avid figure skater. In fact, I
was on Hong Kong's winter Olympics team. Then again, so was everyone else who had
ever put on a pair of ice skates in the Territory.
I asked Mei-Ling why I wasn't a Ph.D. She replied that I would be when I married at age
24 but that I still had a full 5 years to go before I would be wed. It was my fate but I had to
adjust to my new life before I took on that aspect of my life. I was going to be graduating
that spring and would be working as a stewardess for Cathay Pacific for the summer. Then
I would be going back with my sister to our house in Hong Kong.
I learned later that the orange juice was ancient Chinese herbal mixture that modifies the
body at the chromosome level. I consider it magic but she called it science. I suppose that
is because any sufficiently advanced technology would seem like magic to those who do not
understand it. She told me that this developed to solve the problem of too many boys being
born in China. Apparently, I was the first gweilo to take the concoction. Apparently, my
experience helped to prove that everyone who takes it becomes an Asian woman who is very
tradition-minded and only wants an Asian husband.
However, none of her explanations made the transformation of my clothing and
documentation make sense. She explained that modifying the body at the chromosome
level made a rip in the time-space fabric and the series of changes went back in time so far
that I came to be born to different parents. I still don't understand it all but I guess that is
why she had twin Ph.D. degrees in quantum physics and genetic engineering. She sure had
me fooled. I also found out what her USC t-shirt stood for: University of Sex Changing. I
also discovered that she had an extremely Yang personality but that there was no mixture to
make a girl into a boy. Apparently, the Chinese government saw no need to research the
possibility.
It has been six years since this experience. I was a Miss Hong Kong runner-up two years
ago. I have become a well-adjusted young woman and was married last year. I just
completed my dissertation. My sister, Mei-Ling, gave birth to a son and daughter in
January 1995 after being married for seven months. Although some think that the man she
married is the father, we both know better. The twins have Caucasian features and the man
she married was Chinese. Of course, she continues to work at the transformation agency.
It now almost exclusively transforms Caucasian males. Last year, they transformed 1600
men who all seem to be very happy in their new lives as Asian women. The business is also
booming as a dating agency for Asian men who want Asian wives.
Yet another satisfied customer
I am very feminine in demeanor. I always defer to my husband. I love to cook and keep
house. I also found out that there are a few side effects of the concoction is that I cannot
wear pants at all. If I try to wear pants, I get a really bad headache. I also find that I am
only really comfortable when I wear a kimono, a qipao, or an evening gown. Finally, I
discovered that I never seem to get injured and I don't seem to be growing older. Mei-Ling
tells me that this is because the metabolism slows down considerably. She said that I will
age about 1 day for every month that goes by for most people. Luckily for me my husband
is younger than I am, only 19 years old. Guess that is the benefit from being on the ground
floor of an Internet start-up firm.
My husband is also very rich and can afford to keep me in these stylish, elegant but old-
fashioned clothes. As I said to my husband, "I like wear only feminine clothes." My
husband and I are both Moslems but I don't wear a chador or other facial covering, like so
many do in the Middle East. We just moved to Vancouver where my husband owns a local
television station and I am a news anchor on both the local Cantonese and Japanese
newscasts.
I am quite excited that I am now pregnant. My husband (who is Chinese) and I have been
trying for a millennium baby. It looks like we might just make it.
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