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Please note this is a work of fiction that contains many adult themes,
including transformation of one sex into another. It is intended to be
read by persons who are of age as defined by their local laws. If you
are not in that category stop now. This story also contains elements of
human trafficking and forced prostitution which in real life this author
considers to be disgusting. For information about real life human
trafficking and how to help stop it visit this website:
It was a typical Saturday for Tom Parkdale. Tom was late 20 something,
with a decent paying job and a decent looking apartment. Okay, it had a
puke brown shag carpet that probably hadn't been changed since it was
installed since the 1970s and the landlord promised that he would call in
a contractor to fix the glaring cracks in the walls, but over all it
wasn't too bad. It wasn't a "bachelor pad" either but that didn't stop
Tom from trying to lure women back to his place for some late night
revelry; trying, and often times failing.
Still, Tom was content with his life. The ding of the microwave roused
him, still in a bathrobe, from his bedroom to the kitchen to get his
microwaved lunch. "Why the hell not?" he asked himself, after all he was
the only one who lived here and so who would care if a small slip of
bathrobe separated him from the world's prying eyes. He grabbed his
steaming lunch out of the microwave oven. Trying to balance the scalding
hot plastic in one hand he reached into the refrigerator for a soda, then
masterfully set everything down to regain his composure. His meal was
finally cool enough for him to pick up and bring into the TV room. There
he plopped down on his favorite chair and flipped on the Saturday college
game of the week. "Oh, Virginia-Virginia Tech" he thought to himself,
rivalries were always a fun way to relax. Everything seemed so good.
He may have seemed proud with his situation but deep down he longed for
something more. Perhaps it was his nagging ambitions, to do something
great, but there wasn't much he could do about that right now. Besides
kickoff was about to happen, time to banish those thoughts, eat, and
focus on the game. But just as he was about to begin digging into his
meal the doorbell rung.
Startled he went to the door and looked out the peephole. It was the cute
mail lady. She was not quite petit, but not quite large, but built
enough to make a USPS uniform look amazing. She had jet-black hair and
eyes, beautiful skin, but with a complexion so exotic it was impossible
to pin down. Embarrassed by his appearance, he didn't want to scare her
with a mistimed boner; he held together his robe and cracked open the
door.
"Hi Tom!" she said in her bubbly, inimitable voice, "I've got a package
for you today." Smiling she held out electronic notepad and gave it to
Tom, who nervously signed for it. Upon giving it back to her she reached
into her sack and handed him the package. After that she flipped her
hair behind her head walked away. Tom convinced himself that she
surreptitiously tried to sneak in a glance at his other "package."
Still he was excited to have a package. He set it down on the table and
looked for a return address. Odd, he couldn't find one. He was now
worried about what he had received, was it a bomb? He quickly put that
thought out of his mind; after all, he wasn't worth blowing up. He shook
it and only heard a soft tussle. Relieved that it wasn't a bomb he took
a butter knife and punctured the tape.
Inside was the standard assortment of packing peanuts, a silk piece of
clothing wrapped in plastic, and a short letter underneath it. It read in
very business like terms
Dear Mr. Parkdale:
Our organization has identified you as a candidate for a unique and
special adventure. Our organization has been monitoring you for some
time in order to determine if you were the right person for this. After
exhaustive research, we guarantee that you will find it to be a unique
and special experience. Getting started is very simple, just open the
plastic bag and put on the particular items of clothing that we have
selected for you. It will start immediately.
Sincerely,
Your Benefactor
Tom was aghast. Was somebody stalking him? Still the idea seemed very
attractive a chance for something more and he reached for the plastic
bag. He tore into the bag desperately trying to get at its contents, a
red floor long outfit. It was all in one piece going all the way to the
floor. It had a high mandarin collar that was tied by a string, but just
beneath it was a large revealing hole. One Tom realized was for showing
off cleavage.
"So much for doing their research, this outfit is for women." Tom sighed
as he put the dress back down and went back to watch his game. Despite
being a nail biter he was having a very hard time focusing on it.
Instead his mind was drawn towards this red dress. Throwing up his hands
he shouted, "Fuck it," and walked over towards the dress. Undoing his
bathrobe (he still hadn't gotten dressed) he stood there in his full
glory slowly getting an erection. He was confused, never before had
women's clothing before aroused like this.
Finally he decided it was time to bite the bullet. He draped the dress
over him and it glided down his skin with ease. He found it strange,
especially since it looked several sizes too small. "So now what?" he
thought. He walked over to the box looking for a phone number, perhaps
somebody to tell that he put on the dress. Yet as he did so he felt like
a static charge was building up between his skin and his dress.
It was all so confusing to Tom, especially when he saw slender, hairless
arms sticking out of the holes of the dress. He looked over to the side
of the skirt, where a long slit was and saw that his legs had changed
too. The charge continued build and he noticed that his arms and legs
looked smoother and hairless. He rubbed his now slender, and longer
fingernailed, hand over them gaining pleasurable feedback. The charge
continued to build and he saw his skin take on what first seemed like a
tan but was clearly becoming a different hue. He hurried to the mirror
to get a better look. As he ran he felt his hair flop down against his
shoulder blades.
He finally arrived in the mirror as the static charge was building in his
face. Before his eyes he could see his face wriggling and molding. His
jaw shrank, his cheeks became more pronounced, lips filled out, and his
eyes became narrowed. Looking back Tom could have sworn that a Chinese
woman was staring back at him.
Tom let out a high pitched, almost orgasmic moan, as the charge built up
in his torso. There was a slight pop and he could feel his legs and hips
getting wider. Loosing his balance he could feel his center of gravity
shift slightly and fell backwards into his chair. He did not know it,
but his dress concealed an amazing hourglass figure.
The charge was now heavily building on his groin. A tugging sensation
soon followed, as he knew that his balls were sliding deep within him.
Lifting his skirt and spreading his legs before the mirror he could see
and feel his skin sliding around, making new folds and openings that
hadn't been there before. Finally he could see what was left of his
manhood slide down to nest inside of this new formation.
Instinctually he closed his legs and sat back up. He knew there was one
more thing to come. Soon the charge built on his nipples and chest. He
could feel them puffing up against the erotic silk of his dress. As they
continued to puff up he could feel them, and soon could see them, poking
against his dress. His chest felt heavy, but not that bad. The hole in
the dress to show off cleavage was doing its job. What male parts were
left in Tom would have gone crazy at the site of the woman staring back
at him in the mirror.
"So, this was it," he thought, "I'm to be an Chinese woman, still how
will they know about me?" But soon it didn't matter the world around him
soon went black.
Tom opened his eyes. His surroundings were odd yet strangely familiar.
Breathing in and out he could still feel the weight of breasts on his
chest. Around his skin he could still feel the silk around his sensitive
skin. The room was lit but Tom could see flickers of light and shadows.
Tom found it hard to move his head but soon came to his senses.
"Wake up" a female voice said to him, only it was in Chinese, a langue
Tom never studied; yet somehow he knew. "Come on, it is almost time."
Tom was still figuring out this place. There were no windows and the
walls seemed to be made of earth reinforced by wooden beams. It was
cavernous, Tom was able to count at least 12 other beds inside the room.
He could see the other girl sitting at a desk staring into a mirror. She
was applying her makeup and not quite fully dressed. "What happened?"
Tom said in fluent Mandarin, hearing his voice for the first time as a
woman.
The other woman turned towards Tom, topless, and spoke "You were drugged
we had to do that to get you in here. Di Na do not worry it will all be
over soon." Everything seemed so cryptic to Tom, who recognized Di Na as
his, no her, name. Soon memories started coming into her mind. A small,
poor farming village, a desperate father, an unsettling American, a ship,
and now here. But they were hard to reconcile with these other thoughts
in her mind, that of a man named Tom, and a magical transformation.
"If you want to bathe you will have to do it in cold water, there is not
much time to heat it up" the other woman said to her.
"I'm fine," Di Na replied as she dusted off and straightened out her
dress. "I am very nervous," she meekly said.
"I was too my first time," the other woman said as she was slipping on
her clothing, "but after the first one I got past it. "Do not worry you
are truly helping your family."
Her family, those words resonated with Di Na. That is, after all, why
she was in this country. Her father was paid a large sum of money in
exchange for her to go with the American, and then the problems would be
solved. But still puzzling her was what was she supposed to do in
America? Di Na was pondering this when above them a trap door opened up.
A fat Chinese man poked his head in and barked at them to come up. The
other woman giggled and whispered to Di Na, "do not worry climbing the
ladder is the hardest part."
Di Na carefully took each step of the ladder with only an inkling of what
her fate might be. Compounding her nerves was the fact that her new silk
shoes were sliding against the wood of the ladder making it that much
more difficult to climb. As her head popped up from the trap door she
saw an amazing site. She was still in a basement, albeit better lit than
before. All around here were men, both European and Chinese. She could
make out the smell of smoke, but not like typical tobacco, some other
white substance. Next to the trap door she saw ten other Chinese girls.
They were taking poses clearly intended to entice the men staring at
them.
Her heart was pounding as the fat man grabbed her hand and helped her out
of the hole. "That is all of them," he said in English, a language that
Di Na thought she should have known. However, fear was the only thing
that she could think of and instinctually stared at the floor. The fat
man then grabbed the girl, he whispered into her ear "do not disappoint
me or else! You were brought you here to make me money show yourself to
them!"
Not knowing what else to do Di Na took a pose similar to that of the
other women. The fat man then turned to the crowd and spoke in English:
"This is Di Na! Newly imported from China and she wishes to pleasure you.
She also wants you to be gentle it will be her...First time!" Di Na
clearly saw the men in the crowd perk up at whatever the man had said.
Soon she could see the men there holding out coins and green pieces of
paper. It wasn't too long before she came to the realization that they
were bidding on her!
Somewhere, somehow, some part of Tom had survived the ordeal. He had
this weird feeling like he was both in control and along for the ride.
Although he wanted to get out of this, more and more Tom kept thinking of
himself as Di Na. After all it only seemed natural. She quickly
realized the trouble that he was in. He saw the fat man reach over and
take a sum of money from a man who led him over to her. Although
intrigued by his white skin, Di Na was concerned with what was happening
next. Luckily for her the man was well dressed and didn't look as bad as
many other men there. He took her hand and said in broken Chinese "we
have fun!" In response Di Na let out a polite laugh. Internally, Tom was
freaking out.
The two made their way down the ladder back into the room where Di Na
woke up. He led her to a bed and quickly drew the curtains surrounding
it. Quickly he started undoing his pants revealing a huge erect penis.
Di Na was stunned at seeing it, but as she was taking it in the man said,
"suck my cock." She simply parroted it back to him, not sure what he
wanted. Until, he said it louder, forced Di Na to her knees and stuck it
in to her face, lowering it towards her mouth. She understood what he
wanted now but hesitated for a split second.
To Tom/Di Na it seemed like an eternity. Actually suck the cock of a
man. Still there was a kernel of curiosity inside her. Something made
her to want to actually do it. She made up her mind, formed her lips
into an O and slid her lips over it.
Di Na took to sucking cock almost instinctually. She slid her lips over
the pink top, gently gliding back and forth. Her tongue glided across
the bottom of the man's long hard shaft. Whatever reservations were in
the back of this girls mind were slowly going away. Soon the man reached
to her neck and undid the collar holding it together. It slowly slid off
the top exposing her breasts to the man. Who grabbed and carefully
caressed them.
Detecting the pleasure coming from her nipples, a feeling that Tom never
believed possible, Di Na began sucking harder and faster in response.
Soon she felt pressure building inside the man's cock, she continued
faster and faster until, all of a sudden, it exploded in her mouth. Tom
had never tasted another man's cum before and the thought of doing so
reviled him, yet, somehow Di Na felt the need to continue to suck, harder
and harder, to drain every drop out of the man's penis and swallow it.
"Very good," the man said, pulling his limp penis out of her mouth. "You
started very well, but we're not done yet. I just need to rest a while.
He rolled over onto the bed, pulling the girl down with him. One of his
hands cupped and played with her breast while the other reached for a
long wooden pipe. He stuffed a block of something into the bowl, lit it,
and began smoking. It was clearly relaxing him and offered Di Na a puff.
Curious about the substance she tried it.
The smoke had a profound effect on the girl. She became confused, but
quite happy, and very relaxed. She did not mind the fact that a strange
man was toying with her chest, in fact she seemed to enjoy it. During
whatever amount of time she was under this influence she found herself
getting more and more desirous of the man. Then, smiling at her he
rolled over and said "it was time." Di Na, although unsure of what he
said had a feeling that she knew what he meant. She stood up and slid
off the dress (what remained of Tom was hoping for the static feeling to
comeback, but alas, no changes happened) and lay back down on the bed,
spreading her legs wide.
Di Na bit her lip as the man entered her for the first time and for the
first time Tom could experience what it meant to be fucked. He climbed
on top of her and masterfully spread her lips and plunged in. There was
a little pain at first, but nothing too bad as the man's cock penetrated
her lips. It was a feeling of being filled like she had never
experienced before. Meanwhile every nerve in her body was firing.
Simply touching the girl could create havoc with her system. Yet she was
focused and as her partner began thrusting into her she started moaning.
She was amazed by how good a cock could feel, how right it all seemed to
be. Di Na couldn't help but moan with all of the pleasure she was
experience. Her old life was gone, and after this there was no way she
was going back or would even want to go back. She thrust in rhythm with
her partner, matching and slowing down to his pace, it all felt so right.
Several minutes into her encounter she felt all of her muscles tense up.
"Oh my God," she thought to her self "this must be the female orgasm."
She felt like she was on a hair trigger; the need for release kept
building and building inside of her until, like an overstretched balloon,
she could not contain herself.
It was an amazing feeling this female orgasm, yet very fleeting. Soon it
was all over, the man had shot his load and was quickly pulling out. It
all went downhill from there. He said a few words of thanks, put some
money on the bed and casually walked out, fully dressed and not saying a
word. Di Na, however, was still in the afterglow taking it all in. She
was thinking about where she had come from. The strange memories of
being a man named Tom filled her mind. Yet, she was content.
Or so she thought. Long after all the men had left the girls gathered in
their subterranean lair. As the women shuffled around and got ready for
the night, Di Na could do nothing but cry. The older woman from before
came over and sat next to her, placing her arm around Di Na's shoulder
and letting the girl sob into her neck.
"I am a whore!" is all Di Na could bring herself to say, over and over.
She felt ashamed about everything, about agreeing to her father's
whishes, about putting on that dress, about fucking the strange man. The
older woman kept comforting her, telling her that things will change,
that girls have been known to leave this place, that everything was not
over. Yet none of that got through to the distraught girl who could do
nothing but cry.
Di Na managed to get through the first night and the night after that,
and after that. She didn't mind the sex, that was fun, and she couldn't
get enough of that thing that she and the men often smoked. It also
helped her to relieve the pain she felt every night.
Days bled into weeks, and weeks into months and her routine was much the
same. Slowly, but surely whatever was left of Tom disappeared and
vanished. Meanwhile Di Na was slowly, but surely building her English,
just enough so that it was passable. This helped to make her one of the
more valued girls at the brothel. Still, she both hated and enjoyed her
daily routine. Until, that is, it was interrupted.
The day started like most others. The girls were dragged out and paraded
for their customers. Bids were soon taken, but just as the girls were to
go below to perform their duties when, all of a sudden, there was a loud
bang on the door. Before anybody could react police swarmed through and
began making arrests. Di Na, as she was instructed to do in such
situations, tired to hide. However, she was grabbed by a police officer
before she could get back down the hole.
Wearing nothing more than a bra and panties she was trembling and scared
as the police led her into a van handcuffed. All of the other girls in
the van had concerned looks on their faces as it drove off. Each looked
at each other for help and reassurance. But everybody was afraid.
When she arrived at the police station Di Na was taken out and given a T-
Shirt and some jeans. There was a social worker there that explained her
situation to Di Na. She found him to be very sympathetic (and even good
looking) and even discovered that she could stay in America, given the
right set of circumstances. He guided her through the paperwork and it
was official, she could stay as a victim of human trafficking.
She also revealed her issue with opium, and the social worker agreed to
help her. He arranged for her to stay in his house for the time being,
since she did not understand English well enough to be in a rehab clinic.
The next month was hell as she struggled to get clean. But as she did so
she learned more about and grew closer to this generous man. Ironically,
his name was Tom and although he wasn't Chinese, he had studied the
language in college.
As Di Na got healthier she grew more and more attracted to him. At first
Tom did not reciprocate those feelings, however, during a special dinner
he took her on, to San Francisco's finest restaurant, he finally kissed
her. Di Na had been with many men before, even kissed several of them,
but this was truly passionate and had meaning behind it. That night she
had sex with him, and it was the most powerful experience of her life,
dwarfing her very first time as a woman. She was truly contended.
The next several months came like a whirlwind. Soon there was an
engagement ring on her finger. The next thing she knew she was kissing
Tom at the altar (wearing the same dress that she wore her first day as a
woman). Then, slowly, but surely her belly started to expand as the
first, of what she hoped were several, children was on its way.
Now she sits in her hospital bed, caressing her daughter as she suckles
on her mother for the first time. She is content and amazed on the
changes in her life and the possibilities for the future.
As for me, my organization has more packages to deliver and many lives to
change. Perhaps you'll be next?
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