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I woke up not knowing where I was. Morning light was filtering into the
room. I was in a bed, that much I knew, under a fluffy comforter, and
above me, hanging from the ceiling, was a red paper lantern with gold
tassles. I tossed off the comforter, and rolled out of bed. I was
wearing yellow silk pajamas which I had no idea how I got into. Hmmp,
confused, I walked across the room to a dresser with a wash basin. There
was a neatly folded wash cloth and towel; I dipped the cloth into the
water in the basin, leaned over and washed my eyes. Towelling off, I
looked around the room. The bed had a nice wooded headboard, carved with
twin dragons. The window had curtains made of intricate shells and
beads. The rug on the floor was obviously Asian. Then I remembered that
it was Lunar New Year, and that I had decided to stroll through China
Town, and take in the celebration. I went as Ani, thinking it would be a
lucky and auspicious was to start the new year. Apparently, I thought, I
drank a little too much, and took a room for the night.
There was a full length mirror on the wall, and I turned to look at
myself. Oddly, I was still wearing my long blonde wig, and my makeup
looked perfect. I turned back and forth, smiling at myself in the
mirror. My pajamas were very cute, yellow silk, with gold dragon design,
and Chinese letters; I supposed I picked them up at a market, and
scratched my head trying to remember. I do love a good time, but I had
never before had such a total loss of memory of the night before. How
did I get into this room? How did I put on these pajamas? And how, after
such a night, am I getting out of bed with my wig still in place, and my
makeup better than it had ever looked. I turned back to the mirror,
leaning toward it, and studying my face. My eyebrows and lips were
painted perfectly, black and red respectively. My lashes were extra
long, and fluttery. My foundation was smooth and creamy, and I had
interesting rose shade on my cheek bones and eyelids. I could never had
made myself up like this, so I reasoned I had stopped for a makeover. I
looks like I had an interesting night, but it was so odd that I couldn't
remember any of it.
There wasn't a shower in the room, and I hated the thought of messing up
this wonderful makeover, anyway. I sniffed at my underarms, and smelled
only exotic perfume. Well, that settles it then, I thought, I will just
get dressed, go out, and enjoy my day! I looked around for my clothes.
I had been wearing a white skirt, grey blouse, and black 2 inch slides.
The only thing I saw in the room was a red Chinese dress on a hanger by
the door, and a pair of gold shoes with easily 5 inch heels. Hmm, I
thought, very strange. I went over and felt the material of the dress,
and picked up the shoes; I got a rush, the way I always get a rush when I
handle exceptional feminine clothing. I knew that I would love wearing
this dress and these heels! The mystery of how I acquired the new
outfit, and what happened to my old one, didn't seem to matter, and I
hurried out of my pajamas and into the dress.
Under the pajamas I was wearing black silk panties and bra, along with
black stockings. I looked in the mirror, and wow, they looked very nice!
I turned back and forth in a series of poses. Amazing, I said to myself
giddily, what this Asian lingerie does for my figure! The panties seemed
to give me more butt, and the bra had amazing lift! Stunning, I thought,
no wonder I bought this stuff! I noted that my bulge looked more like a
realistic mound; I touched it, and felt a jolt of intense sensation.
Afraid of having an embarassing erection ruin my look, I took my hand
away from my mound, took a deep breath. No more touching, I scolded
myself, and focused my attention on the dress. The dress slid on like it
was made for me; I noticed it gave me curves. I leaned against the door,
and lifted one leg at a time, putting on the fabulous gold heels.
Overall, I felt incredible, and chills ran up my legs and through my body
as I paced and strutted around the room.
I looked in the top dresser drawer and found my old clothes neatly
folded, along with a folded shopping bag, and a gold lamme clutch purse.
I looked inside the purse, and there were my keys, money, and id. Cool,
I thought, that's it then, I had treated myself to a makeover, new
clothes, and decided to take a room for the night. Accpeting this new
explanation of events, I folded my new pajamas and put them in the
shopping bag with my old clothes. And, admiring myself once again in the
mirror, opened the door, took a deep breath, and stepped out to the
hallway.
I loved the way I felt. My walk was incredibly perky, I noticed. In
these heels, I could feel my butt moving from side to side with each
step. That made me smile, of course, and I went down the stairs, keeping
my back straight, and my breasts up. There was a counter at the back of
the small entry lobby, and a Chinese man sat at the window to the office.
I went over, pensively, but smiling nicely. "I need to check out," I
said, and was a bit surprised at how feminine my voice sounded. Those
voice lessons are paying off, I thought. "Your rent is paid for the
week, miss." the man said politely. I noticed his eyes dropping to my
breasts as he talked. I wondered about the rent being paid for the week
remark, but figured it was his Chinese English way of saying that I had
paid when I checked in. I smiled, and walking to the door, turning
around, I caught him also looking at my butt. Again I smiled at such
wonderful affirmation, and pushed open the door to the street.
I stood on the sidewalk, not knowing where I was. Obviously, this was
still China Town, but I didn't recognize the street. There seemed to be
a main street to the right, so I walked that way. I was very pleased
with my walk, and the sound of my heels on the sidewalk. I caught
glimpses of myself in windows, and was elated at how perfectly passable I
was. I practiced tossing my hair back, and looking pouty, all with
perfect effect. I wondered again how my wig had managed to stay so
perfect through the night, and I slyly brushed my hand to adjust it.
Very puzzling that it didn't seem to move. Then I thought about my
makeup, and wondered what sort it was, and why it didn't smear when I
washed my face with the cloth. I must try to remember the shop, I
thought, and learn their technique. I stopped at the last window before
entering the corner at the main street, and stood staring at my
reflection. "There is something of a mystery going on," I thought,
"whatever it is, though, I really like it!" I shrugged, smiled at my
reflection, tossed my hair back, and got my heels back to clicking.
The street was busy with pedestrians. The many shops were all busy
selling Chinese trinkets and new year decorations. I hoped to see
something that would spark my memory about last night. I looked into
each and every shop, thinking that maybe I'd see something to give me a
clue. I came to the gate, guarded by the gold lions, and went out to the
sidewalk in front. I remembered where I had parked my car, and walked in
that direction. I noticed another peculiar thing happening: the
attention I was getting was different than I was used to. At one point,
I stopped in the middle of a block, looking back and forth up and down
the street for my car. A couple walked by, and I cuaght the guy
eyballing me. Then, the woman reacted with a tight-lipped glare. I stood
motionless a few seconds, staring out at the street, feeling a rush go
through me about what had just happened. I'd been out quite a lot
dressed, and I can look pretty good, with my long legs, thin figure, and
cute face, yet, I'm still never completely passable, so I'm accustomed to
a variety of stares. Today, nobody was staring, most either didn't pay
attention to me at all, or, as was the case with this guy, and a few
others, they looked me up and down so unconscioiusly, that I could feel
their eyes on me. It made me a little nervous, and I walked as quickly
as I could in my red spiked shoes. But, the faster I walked, the louder
and more intense were the clicks of my heels, and, thus, the more
attention I got.
Finally, I the spot where I'd left my car, but my car was not there. I
was even more worried and nervous. I felt helpless and panicy. Then, as
I stood wondering what to do, a black Lexus pulled up, and the man
driving, an older Asian man in a plain suit, rolled down the window and
motioned to me. "Miss. Chen," he called to me. I'm sure my mouth was
agape as I stared as him with confusion. 'Chen' is my mother's maiden
name, and I sometimes used it when I was out enfemme, still, who was this
guy, and how did he know me? "Ani Chen," he said, "I'm Li, I came to
pick you up at your room," he said, "but they told me that you'd left on
foot." I was way too confused to answer, or respond. But now he was out
of the car, opening the back door, and helping me in. It flashed that
now I was doing the thing you should never do, get in a car with a
stranger, but, considering all that had been happening today, it kind of
seemed that this man knew me better than I did, so I got in.
I sunk into the comfortable seat. My feet were sore, and my calves tired
from all that walking in these super tall heels. I had been nearly
running, in my panic to find my car. Now, it felt great to sit in such
comfortable a seat.
"I'm so sorry I was late picking you up," he said. "It's okay," I
responded, oddly, making it seem as if I'd been expecting him, when I
really didn't have a clue. "Do you know where my car is?" I asked.
"Yes, of course, Miss Chen, it is at Mr Zhang's house, were we are going
now. I personally drove it there Saturday, as Mr Zhang instructed."
"Saturday," I said, remembering I had gone to China Town on Thursday,
"what day is it now?"
"Today is Monday, Miss Chen," Li informed me. More strange stuff from
last night about which I don't now have a clue. "Thank you, Mr Li,
you're so kind to have picked my up," was all I could think of saying.
"Of course, miss," Li answered. "I'm sorry I didn't make it to your room
at the time the appointed time."
I couldn't remember a thing about having an appointment of any sort, and
was couldn't quite grasp the idea that it was now Monday, and somehow
four nights had passed of which I had no memory.
"Would you care for water, Miss Chen," Li said, handing a bottle back
over the seat. "Yes, thank you," and I twisted the cap, noticing my
long, red nails. I sipped from the bottle, and looked at my reflection
in the car window. My lips were bright red, but none of my lipstick came
off on the bottle. Strange. "Li," I asked, "can you help me remember
what happened last night? So much of it is a blur."
Li looked at me in the mirror, and I could see his comforting eyes. "I'm
sure a lot of things are a blur to you, miss, but, trust me, it will all
come back to you soon."
"I see, thank you for understanding, Mr Li" I said, sinking back into the
seat. I couldn't imagine that I would ever figure all of this out, but I
sipped my water, and glanced at the buildings passing by. We were
getting into a much better neighborhood. Mr Zhang's house has a gated
driveway, with a brick wall around much of the property. The gate seemed
to open automaticaly as we approached, and we went down the driveway to
the house. I sat looking up at the impressive house, and Li quickly came
around and opened my door, helping me out. "Please go inside," Li said,
"Mr Zhang is waiting for you."
I couldn't remember anything about Mr Zhang, but his house was amazing!
I clicked my heels up the steps, and tapped on the door. A woman in
servant's clothes greeted me, "good morning, Miss Chen," she said, "it's
lovely to see you again." I just nodded at this new piece of the
mistery, and followed her into the house.
"Miss Chen!" a handsome man in a grey suit said, getting up from a desk
to take my hand, "you are as stunning today as last night. The new dress
looks lovely on you; is it comfortable?" "Yes, it's nice," I smiled,
holding out my hand for him to take, "and the shoes as well, I really
love them."
He smiled, nodded, and led me to a leather chair near his desk, helping
me sit.
I thanked him, looking up and smiling. By now, I was accepting of my
voice, and not longer surprised at how completely feminine I sounded.
"Well then," he said, looking me over, "they certainly did a great job
with you. But it's no wonder, since you were already so feminine and
attractive."
"I was a bit surprised this morning," I admitted. "Seeing myself in the
mirror, and feeling so...incredible."
"Haha, yes," he said, "I'm sure you were quite happy with what you saw
and felt." "Not many women are as pretty, and, shall I say, sensually
attractive as you."
I shifted in the chair, crossed my legs, and tilted my head, smiling as
any woman would smile hearing such things said about her. "Thank you
sir, you're so kind."
"I am Zhang," he said, "please call me Zhang."
"Zhang, then, yes sir, I shall call you Zhang."
Zhang sat back in the desk chair, "now then, as effective as the
treatments this weekend were, you will still have two more sessions."
"Two more sessions, sir? I mean, Zhang?"
"Yes indeed," he went on. "it's almost hard to imagine that just one
session of serum and stimulation could have such a nice effect. You must
already have dominate female genes for that to happen."
I was starting to understand, but needed to know more. "Please, Zhang,
can you tell me about the treatment? My memory is so foggy today."
"Of course, Miss Chen. It's actually normal for there to be some short-
term memory loss." He stood up, "of course, we discussed all of this
previously, before you signed the papers, and agreed to the treatment."
I shifted nervously, wondering just what the heck I had signed.
"The serum is a combination of naturally occuring hormones, common to
Asian apothocary. They have been concentrated and enhanced for maximum,
rapid, effect." He paced in front of me as he explained the treatment.
"Then," he went on, "we charge your body with modified electrical
stimulation, which causes both the molecues in you body, and in the
serum, to merge at a higher frequency, so that the effect of the serum is
very rapid."
Zhang stopped pacing, standing directly in front of me, and said "Miss
Liu, at the salon, told me that she'd never seen a woman respond so
favorably to the treatment, Miss Chen." He held out his hand; I took it,
and he lifted me to my feet. "Looking at you now, Miss Chen, I see with
my own eyes how very pleasing the results are."
Now I was understanding. And standing quietly before him, my body
feeling like it was still electrically stimulated, I felt suddenly so
happy, that I broke into a huge smile.
"Come," he said, and led me to a large mirror opposite the desk, "look at
yourself, and enjoy."
He stood to the side, as I went through my poses. I turned from side to
side, and around, shifted my hips one way, then the other, threw my
shoulders back, lifting my breasts, which I now understood were my actual
new breasts. "It's wonderful! it really is wonderful!" I said in my new
ultra feminine voice.
"And what about my voice, Zhang," I asked, "did the treatment effect my
voice like this, as well?"
"Actually, no." Zhang said. "We inserted a device into your larnyx,
similiar to a pacemaker, that stimulates your vocal chord, and raises
your voice to a higher frequency. Is it satisfactory to you, Miss Chen?"
"Very satisfactory," I said, smiling happily, "I really love it!"
"You are now a very desirable woman, Miss Chen. I can just imagine how
you will be after then next two treatments."
I looked at him, eyes wide.
"Yes, two more treatments, with each improving the texture of your skin,
the size and fullness of your breasts and butt."
He walked around me, looking me over. And, as profound as the changes to
your figure will be, there will be many other changes as well, subtile
but equally profound. "
I followed him with my eyes as he again paced. "The more subtile changes
will be emotions, temperament, passion." He went on, "you will have
purely feminine smell and pheremones."
He stopped pacing, and looked directly at me, "your sexuality will be
intensely feminine, and strong." He paused, looking hard at me, letting
that sink in. Your feminine sexual feelings will be so strong, and so
new to you, that you will be overcome by it. But don't worry, we will
help you learn to deal with it."
I remembered the intense feeling when I'd touched myself earlier, and I
was suddenly concerned what was happening to me. I had enjoyed cross
dressing for year, and sometimes had fun flirting around, but it had
never developed into a sexual thing.
"You say I signed papers, Mr Zhang?" I was wondering if there was a way
to back out of this.
"Yes, you signed a concentual agreement, like you would before any
medical treatment." He stepped toward me, "and, you signed a contract
agreeing to pay for this expensive treatment in trade."
"In trade?" I asked, afraid that I knew exactly what that meant.
"Yes, in trade." He turned around to look out the window.
"You see, Miss Chen. You happen to be blessed with a look that is very
much in demand. You are a lovely, tall, blonde, Asian American. Besides
that, you are transgender. Can you imagine what a rare creature you are?
You will be a very hot item."
"So, this means, I will be an escort?"
"Yes, Miss Chen, you have agreed to work as an escort, in exchange for
the treatments." Zhang alternated pacing, with giving my very direct
looks. "You will find that my clients are the most wealthy and powerful
people on earth. They will be discreet, and generous, and they, I am
certain, will be very fond of you."
I suddenly plopped back in the chair. "And for how long am I to be in
service to you, Zhang?"
Zhang looked at me, smiled, and speculated, "well, I've never had a girl
exactly like you, but my guess is that you will be free clear of all debt
to me in less than six months. That may seem like a long time, but it
will go by quickly. After that, you can stay on, or leave. You may come
to love the life style, though, with its very luxurious rewards."
"And was I sober when I signed all these papers?" I asked, my head in my
hand, wondering if there could still be any legal way out of this.
"You were at a club, and you were having a good time, flirting with all
the males around you. You flirted with me, and I found you quite
attractive and engaging. Then I invited you to my clinic, and explained
business. you were not only eager and willing, you begged me to take you
on."
He sat back at his desk, "however, if today you are not happy with the
agreement, I will tear up the contract, and you will be free to go."
"Just like that?" I asked.
"Well," Zhang said, "just like that, we can tear up the contract,but, I
highly advise you to look at the consequences of that."
I just looked at him, listening.
"If you quit now, your condition will degenerate over the next few
months. And because of the chromosonal stimulation, once your female
hormone levels drop, your male testosterone level would be exagerated,
and you would develop much more masculine features and traits than you
previously had. For someone with your feminine personality and mindset,
it would be disasterous for you to stop this treatment."
"And if I continue the treatments, I could never be a man again?" I
asked.
"Miss Chen, were you ever really a man? We examined you thoroughly, with
tests and a brain scan. We did blood and hormone tests. We tested your
interpersonal social reflexes. The results of our tests showed that you
were consistently, across the board, far more female than male."
He looked directly into my eyes. "You must know that is so, Miss Chen."
"But I will never actually be a woman?"
"Well, you will always have your male genitalia, it is necessary for a
transgender escort to be so equiped. But in spite of that, you are,
already, 90 percent woman. Your mind, even before treatment, was mostly
feminine, and it will bcome much more so. Still, you will always know
that you have that little secret. Be proud and happy about that, because
it is money in the bank for all of us!"
His reasoning was too strong for me. "Yes!" I admitted, "I know it's
true!" "But I can't believe you want me to work as an escort for you!"
I've never even had sex with a man; and now you want me to be a
professional sex worker?"
"You will never be forced to have sex." he insisted. I looked at him
suspiciously. "The contract calls for you to perform escort duties, that
is true, but sex is not mentioned, or required." He stopped, and let
that sink in to me.
"You see, Miss Chen, we picked you because you are attractive, and you
have a strong sexual nature. Regardless of how often, or with who,
you've had sex in the past, you are now unleashing the sexual woman in
you, with all of your natural tendencies ampliphied by the treatment.
He gave me a kind, understanding look. "Miss Chen, sex is a fact of human
nature. You were previously restricted by your gender disparity, and
your sexual instincts were mixed up with anguish, confusion, and dispair.
Now, you can delight in who you are."
"Miss Chen, it would be dangerous for you to go though this on your own,
but working for me, you will be protected, safe, cared for."
I looked out the window, pondering what he said. "Do you really think I
am right for this, Mr Zhang?"
"Ani, dear, I know it is right for you."
As I nodded my acquience, I looked down at my body, stunned at how
wonderful I felt, and how good I looked.
"So, what's next for me?"
"Go back to China Town. You are free to do what you want there, and I
have people who will watch over you, and protect you. You can stay at
the room you were in last night. You can eat where you like, and shop.
And this bracelet," he came to me holding a gold chain bracelet with
Chinese letters on it, "this bracelet will let everyone in China Town
know that you work for me, and are on my expense account." He opened the
clasp and held the bracelet out; I lifted my hand, and he put it on my
wrist. "There," he said. Anything that you need in China Town, this
bracelet will get you."
I looked at it on my wrist, and looked up at him. I thought back to my
day of walking around, and recalled certain men who seemed to be looking
out for me. In an case, I did feel safe, and at home.
"I will keep your car in my garage, Miss Chen. It's best that you don't
drive right now, since the treatment could make you a little
disorientated. Also, with your permission, I will have a man notify the
manager at your old apartment, and pick up your things. I suggest you
email or text your former employer, explaining that you've decided to
move on to a new line of work. Obviously, with your new look and voice,
you wouldn't want to do those things in person.
"So, that's it? all I have to do is hang out, and take my treatments?"
"For now, yes, basically. We will discuss your escort duties after your
treatments, and when you are ready. But bear in mind, you are changing
rapidly. You are a remarkable woman already, and you will become even
more so very soon. The changes will be daily, or faster."
"Do you have any other questions, Miss Chen?"
"Not that I can think of."
"Then, I will have Li drive you back to your room. And we will talk
again soon."
Zhang took my hand, and helped me to my feet. I smile, and bowed. The
servant woman came in, and led me back to the door. Outside, Li stood by
the Mercedes, with my back door open.
"China Town, Miss Chen?" Li said, smiling at me as I slipped into the
car.
"Yes, Me Li," I looked up at him, smiling, "I'm ready now."
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