The New Life and Slavery of Chinese Twins
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Li drove us away from the house, back to China Town. The mansion and
grounds were very impressive. I sat on the edge of my seat, looking out
the window as we slowly pulled away, along the long driveway to the gate.
Then I sunk back into the seat, put on the belt, and sat thinking about
everything that was happening to me. The chat with Zhang left me feeling
much better. My memory was still fuzzy, but it was believable that I
jumped at the opportunity to transition, regardless of the commitment I
had to make in exchange. I was spending more and more time cross
dressing, and it always had a powerful, liberating effect on me. I
didn't have any doubt about my strong feminine self-identity, so it was
no wonder that I eagerly accepted Zhang's offer.
I smiled at the hopeful feeling I had, and relaxed in the car. My legs
looked great, in black stockings with lace top, smooth, bare skin leading
up to my short yellow dress. I shifted my knees slowly back and forth,
checking out my shiny gold heels. I've always had nice legs, and now
they were so much nicer.
I was feeling a little giddy, and felt like chatting, so I engaged my
driver. "Thank you for driving me, Mr Li," I said, smiling at him in the
mirror. I wanted to hear my voice again, and I really was grateful to
him.
"You are very welcome, Miss Chen. It is an honor to drive you" he
nodded, glancing back at me in the mirror. "Did your meeting with Zhang
go well, Miss Chen?"
I thought about everything Zhang had told me. "Yes, Li, it was an
interesting meeting."
Li looked at me eye-to-eye in the mirror, "Have you decided, Miss Chen,
to accept Zhang's offer?"
I looked at my new bracelet. "Yes, Li, it seems that I will be working
for Zhang."
He smiled and nodded reassuringly. "That is wonderful! You have made a
good decision, Miss Chen. You are very right for this job."
I looked out the windows at the city going by. We were approaching China
Town. It flashed in my mind that Li had just said that I would made a
good hooker, and that confirmation had comforted and encouraged me. I
felt like everything I'd done in my whole life had led up to this point.
Li drove slowly into China Town, along it's crowded streets, and pulled
up to the rooming house where I was staying. I sat for a moment looking
up to the window that I figured was my room. Li opened my door, offering
hand to help me our of the car.
"You are so kind, Mr Li." I smiled up at him. "I am so happy that you
are my driver," my eyes glistening with gratitude. It would have been
impossible not to like Mr Li, he is such a charming man.
"You have been the highlight of my day, Miss Chen," he said, and handed
me a card. "Here is my number. Call for me at any time."
I stood on the sidewalk enjoying the moment. It was a beautiful day, and
I loved the feel of the warm breeze on my legs and face. Everything was
right, I thought, and I was very lucky. I opened the door, and stepped
into the building. The same man from this morning was at the desk. He
looked up and smiled. I walked over.
"You be staying here for a while," he said.
I nodded. "Yes, it seems so."
He looked at my breasts, then at my new bracelet. "So happy to have
beautiful woman stay here," he said, placing a key on the counter. He
explained that I shared a bathroom, and that towels were provided. I
picked up the key, and thanked him, bowing slightly and smiling. As I
turned toward the stairs, I was certain that he was eying my butt. Get
used to it, I thought, secretly liking it.
In my room, I took my old clothes and new pajamas out of the shopping
bag, and folded them back into the dresser drawer. Then I studied my
face in the mirror. Zhang had cleared up the mystery of my makeup and
wig. At the parlor, he'd explained, they had applied permanent eyebrows,
liner, and lip color. I looked closely, and marvelled at how perfectly
done it was. Also, my wig had been replaced by extensions, which were
woven and glued to my natural hair. I turned my face side to side,
mesmerized by my face. Then I stood up and admired my body, running
through cata of poses. "Well, with permanent makeup, hair, and this
body, it looks like I'm not going back to male drab anytime soon!"
I was too excited to just sit around my room, and realizing that I now
had only one dress, I decided to go shopping. Time to check out the
buying power of my bracelet, I thought. After all, it looked like I was
going to be living as a woman from now on. I grabbed my clutch purse,
stepped out to the hall, locked my door, and clicked my heels back down
the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I reached for the door, but
turned my head quickly to catch the the old man at the desk again
checking me out. He dropped his embarrassed eyes down, and I smiled.
Wonderful day for a walk, I headed for the part of China Town where I
knew the better shops were. "It looks like I'm going to be a hooker on
an expense account," I thought, "so I might as well make the best of it."
I walked quickly, loving the sound of my heels. I was developing a
confident strut, stretching my legs to the longest stride my 5 inch
heels would allow. Even in China Town, which is full of attractive Asian
women, I was getting attention, and I loved it, flashing smiles at
everyone who looked my way.
I happened by a restaurant that I'd eaten at before. It was small place,
but clean, and with decent food. I couldn't remember the last time I'd
eaten, so I went inside. I saw a table near the back, and started to
head that way, but woman behind the counter greeted me, and seated me at
a table by the window. The waitress came from the kitchen, and I ordered
or won ton soup, and green tea. Waiting for my breakfast, I sat looking
out the window at the beautiful day. People walking by seemed to all
notice me, and we exchanged smiles. A few of them came into the
restaurant to eat. They all nodded at me, and I nodded and smiled, and
said good morning. I had been seated by the window for a reason, it
seemed - nothing like a pretty girl in the window to draw in customers!
The soup was delightful, and I was amazed at how full I felt after eating
just a small bowl. I still couldn't remember much about the previous
three days, but I assumed I'd eaten very little, if at all, so my stomach
must have shrunk. All part of my transformation, I supposed, and I
looked down at my thin waist. I now had a girl tummy, and girl appetite,
and it felt great! Standing up to leave, I went to the counter to pay,
but the woman saw my bracelet, and said no charge. Obviously, Zhang had
not exaggerated about his influence in China Town.
Half a block from the restaurant, I stopped into a dress shop. I love
Chinese silk dresses. As a crossdresser, I owned two of them, but now I
was thrilled that I could get away with wearing them all the time I
flashed my bracelet to the clerk, and asked if I'd have credit there.
"Yes, of course, miss," the clerk said, we happy you shop with us.
I looked around the shop, holding up different dresses. I typically
bought either size 8 or 10, but I wasn't sure exactly what size I wore
now after all my changes. I asked the woman to help, and she quickly
eyed my figure, and said, "You look like size 6." I could hardly believe
I had lost two sizes, but I knew that my waist was tiny compared to
before. The woman helped me pick out a couple dresses, and I took two of
them into the change room. "No wear bra," she told me, so I took mine
off. One dress buttoned from behind, so I stepped out and asked the
clerk to help button me. I turned around, and she tugged the dress up
tight around my breasts, and fastened me in. I couldn't believe how
sensitive my breasts and nipples had become; they felt squeezed into the
dress. "Is this too tight?" I said. "No, just right. Your boss will
like," she said, with a smirk that made me think she knew what I would be
doing to earn my bracelet. My eyes dropped in a moment of embarrassment,
but I quickly shrugged it off. I was grateful to Zhang for the way I
looked, and accepted that I was going to be an escort to pay for it.
I left the store carrying a bag with two new dresses, one black, and one
red. Once again, a flash of my bracelet granted me instant favor and
credit in Zhang's name. I certainly do have a powerful boss, I thought,
walking on down the street. I stopped in another store that displayed
great looking shoes, and I left there with a new pair of black strap
heels.
I was feeling a little tired and dizzy from the treatment, and from the
excitement of all that was happening. Zhang had said I would be
disoriented for a while, and I seemed to be experiencing that now. My
head was spinning, and suddenly wasn't sure the direction back to my
room. I knew it was just a couple blocks away, but I was confused as to
which way. I spun around a few times trying to get my bearings, but that
just made me dizzier. My legs were shaking, and I had a feeling of cold
sweat coming over me. I needed to find a place to sit, and noticed a
tavern next door down. I stumbled the few down the sidewalk, opened the
tavern door, and then went inside. I nearly fell toward the bar, grabbed
the rail, and climbed onto the first empty stool.
The bartender said something to me in Chinese, I think asking if I was
okay. "I'm a little tired, and dizzy, do you mind if I sit here a
minute?" I asked him. "Yes ok," he said, "do you need drink?" I asked
for water, and he brought me a glass. I tried to smile to thank him, but
I was feeling even worse now, and very nauseous. I saw the restrooms in
the back hallway, and rushed on my heels over there. Inside, I leaned
over the sink, and tried to heave. My body was going through terrible
contortion. I wondered if the soup I had eaten had been bad, and I tried
to empty my stomach, but nothing would come out. Then, after a few
minutes hanging on to the sink, I started to feel better. I took a few
breaths, and looked at myself in the mirror. Surprisingly, I looked
fine; not only fine, I thought, but better than before. I turned my face
side to side, stunned that I looked even prettier than I had this
morning. My lips were puffier, and my mouth seemed smaller. My nose
seemed smaller, too. "How odd," I thought. This morning, I thought it
was just this makeup that had me looking so feminine, now I wondered if
the treatment was actually changing my face. Is that even possible?" I
wondered. I splashed some water on my face, smiling at the miracle of my
permanent makeup. Then I stood up and looked at my body in the mirror,
"OH MY GOSH," I said out loud, as my big pretty eyes scanned down my
body. The changes were noticeable from this morning. My breasts had
grown, and my nipples were pressing through my dress, and my hips were
now stretching my dress over my crotch and ass. I turned around, and saw
that my butt was bigger, outlined by my yellow silk dress. It had to be
the hormones, I reasoned, along with that accelerated treatment program.
I turned looking at my reflection, and smiled, liking what I saw.
Feeling better, and refreshed, I went back out to the tavern. I was
steady on my heels now, and strutted slowly, taking a seat near the end
of the bar. "You much better now, miss," the bartender said, smiling at
me, noticeably looking by my breasts. "Yes, thank you, I'm much better
now," I said, realizing that we were both talking about my breasts. I
swiveled on my stool, and the man on the next stool, and two other men
down the bar, were all looking at me with that silly kind of look men get
when they see nice breasts.
I was sitting there with my legs crossed, swinging my heel, drinking my
water, and thinking how much I liked being looked at like this by men.
Then I remembered what Zhang had said about the effect of the treatment
on my sexuality. He had warmed me that it could be more than I could
handle. I glanced around at the men in the bar, seeing their silly grins
as they ogled me, and knew Zhang was right. "I need to be very careful,"
I thought. Other than playful flirting as a cross dresser, I had no
experience with men at at all, and since none of these men knew that I
was transgender, and it could be very dangerous if they all the sudden
found out. Time to leave, I thought, and got up from the stool. I
turned to the bartender, and opened my purse to give him a tip. He
waved his hand, "no, no, miss!" I saw his eyes on my bracelet. "No pay,
please!" he said. And I thought that he looked a little bit afraid.
Another sign of the power and influence of my boss in China Town.
A few steps down the street, I felt another sudden strong rush of
contractions shoot through me. I leaned against a street lamp, while
intense sensations ran down my legs and up through my breasts. The
contractions shook me from head to toe, and then they stopped. I
breathed deeply several times, regaining my balance, and getting my focus
back. I took a few steps, marveling at how my new curves and proportions
made me sway and strut. I smiled, thinking that I already had my hooker
walk, and some of the looks I was getting seemed to confirm that I did.
I passed a woman with a vendor cart. I needed to get something to take
home, so I asked for two spring rolls, and a container of nuoc mam.
"You Vietnamese?" the woman asked, looking closely at my face. "My mom
is." I told her. "Ah, yeah," she said, nodding, "you look Vietnamese, I
can tell." That made me very happy. I didn't know my mother well -- she
was sent back to Vietnam shortly after I was born, but I totally idolized
her. The thought of my looking anything like my mother got me emotional.
I felt teary, and lifted my hand to wipe my eye. Then the woman saw my
bracelet, and her look changed. She took a step backwards, as if she all
the sudden wanted to keep her distance from me. I looked at her a little
puzzled, and asked how much for the spring rolls. "No charge," she said,
"you boss pay for you." I thanked her, took my food and walked away. I
was beginning to get it that my bracelet not only told everyone that I
worked for Zhang, but it told them that I was one of his escorts. I
looked back over my shoulder at the vendor woman, and realized that saw
me as a hooker. "I guess I'm going to have to get used to this," I said
to myself, shrugging it off, and heading home.
The man who never seemed to leave the counter craned his neck to look at
me as I came in the door of my rooming house. My smile was a little
strained; with so much going on, I wasn't sure that I liked all the
gawking attention. Then, almost as if I couldn't resist, I flashed him a
flirty smile, looking at him through my long hair. And with exaggerated
bouncy movement, I climbed the stairs to my room.
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