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I slept late, I was so comfortable in my new bed. The morning light, filtered through the trees outside and the pink curtains, seemed both subdued and brilliant. I got out of bed and walked around the large room. The queen bed, night table, dresser, and settee sofa all still left the room to seem spacious. I went into my bathroom, then put on my robe and went out to the kitchen. Suzi had left a note on the table. "Ani, I'll be away most of the day. Make yourself at home. You're on your own for lunch; enjoy your day. And don't forget you have a date tonight! I will see you before then, Suzi." I found some fresh blueberries in the refrigerator, some almonds in a jar, and a French Vanilla K-cup for the Keurig. Enjoying my light breakfast, I sat at the table thinking about my upcoming second date assignment. For some reason, I was a little nervous. Suzi hadn't told me anything about tonight's date, other than that I was being sold, once again, as a virgin shemale. Oddly, as powerful and overwhelming as my first date party had been, I didn't have a problem still feeling like a new girl who had never been with a man. Curious how my mind could still think like a virgin, I wondered if the hypnosis Suzi mentioned had anything to do with it. "Were they planting suggestions at the spa yesterday?" I wondered, trying to remember the session. Sitting there thinking of the massage, and swinging my crossed leg, I started feeling the twinge of body sensations and knew I had to get dressed and get out. My dresser was full of new bras and panties, and my closet was full of new dresses and shoes. I quickly picked an outfit, put on lipstick, brushed my hair, and headed out the door. Down the elevator, I clicked my heels in the marble foyer and examined myself in the gilded mirror. "Good morning, Ms. Chen," a guard at the desk said. He was a different guard from last night, and I was impressed that he already knew my name. "Allow me to get the door," he said, rushing over to let me out. Standing next to him, I smelt the leather from his uniform belt and shoes and noticed his strong build in his starched shirt. I smiled instinctively and glanced down at his crotch. I could feel the charge between us as I step past him out the door. Three steps to the sidewalk, I turned to see that he was indeed copping a look at my butt, and I grinned approvingly. I definitely loved men looking at me. I thought back to my pre-Zhang life and realized, like Suzi had said, that I was, really, a natural flirt, and being noticed for my looks. Still, I couldn't get it out of my head that I was being hypnotized, and I couldn't help but wonder the extent to which that was affecting me. "I never had a body like this before," I said to myself, "and I still loved it when I dressed up and men looked at me." I'd never felt this turned on sexually, though, I thought. I wondered the role on hypnosis but remembered Zhang's warning that the transition would give me overwhelming sexual desire. In any case, thanks to my heels and thanks to my curves, I walked with a seductive sway that turned heads everywhere I went. I absolutely loved the attention, felt charged by it, and picked up my gait to an even more seductive bounce. I always loved China Town. I visited and hung out here even before I started dressing regularly. I missed my mom tremendously, and China Town helped me feel in touch with her. I was too young to remember, but I know that mom took me here a lot. She loved shopping here, and after my dad died, mom worked here trying to support us. It's an irony not lost on me that my mother resorted to prostitution here in China Town in order to support her son, who has now become a transsexual prostitute here in the same China Town. I stopped in a noodle shop and sat at an empty table. Looking around at the other customers, all leaned over their meals, I thought I may have slipped in unnoticed, but then I picked up on a couple of sly glances from men sitting with their families. As much as I like the idea of sitting anonymously for a quiet meal, I responded to the glances with flirty smiles and body movements. My flirty responses were automatic, almost like it was part of my programming to react that way. I was seriously beginning to wonder if I'd been given a hypnotic trigger to act this way. The young male waiter came to my table, and I immediately flashed a smile and an expressive posture that effectively framed my face and breasts, along with conveniently showing my medallion. The waiter bowed his head to acknowledge recognition of the medallion. I ordered soup, and he quickly brought it to me. I marveled at his politeness and efficiency, especially since he did not seem to particularly care for me. I marveled even more that, in spite of there not being any attraction between us, I was still on auto-pilot with my smiles and flirts, and that I still had a strong sense of his cock, and of the pleasure that I could enjoy giving him. Zhang had predicted my uncontrollable sexual desire, saying it was an effect of my treatments. It was true that I was constantly aware of how physically attractive I had become, with my tiny waist and massive heaving breasts, and with my broad hips and prominent butt that together dictated my constant movement. It was like my body was energized and turned on, and never idle or at rest. I had a continuous body/mind obsession with sexuality and desire, and I wondered, tried to think, if it was the physical changes making me feel this way, or if the trances Zhang and Suzi mentioned were turning me, basically, into a bimbo. Finished eating, I left 5 dollars on the table and went up to the counter. The man at the register told me thanks for coming, and no charge, bowing politely. I smiled my smile, showing him my breasts, and glancing back into the restaurant to see who was staring at my butt, and I smiled on the queue at each who did, entertaining them with a particularly animated exit. I was beginning to feel strange. I started walking aimlessly after leaving the noodle shop. I couldn't focus my mind on anything. I was full of confusion and doubt. I understood that the way I looked, and the way I walked, was going to draw a lot of attention, but I couldn't understand why I so purposely sought that attention. Without wanting to, or even thinking about it, I was aware of everyone around me, especially the males, and I had an almost electric sense of how I could draw looks with movements of my legs, my butt, my breasts. I could toss my flowing blonde hair to the side, or make an exaggerated swing of my arms, and turn heads across the street. And once I got eyes upon me, I instinctively displayed my form and smile in as alluring a pose as possible. And I did all of this without thinking, or even without wanting to. It was like I had no choice. Was I in a trance? I passed three men in business suits, and I completely took over their attention, to the point where the stopped and turned to look at me walking past. I felt the strong sexual desire coming from them, and I, in turn, stopped by a lamp post. I glance back at them and felt overcome by their libido. I looked back, flipping my hair a flashing my flirty smile, but suddenly I felt dizzy and felt a cramping in my throat. I grabbed the light post to steady myself. The men, seeing something was wrong with me, moved on. I held on to the post for a minute, then turned to walk away. I was very unsteady in my heels, getting even dizzier. I leaned against a building; everything seemed to be spinning. I felt like I couldn't breathe, then I blacked out. "She will be fine; it seems like she just had a suddenly accelerated reaction from the treatments." I had heard the voice before, recognizing it as from one of the doctors at the clinic. "A little rest and therapy is all she needs." "I was so worried," said another voice, which I knew to be Suzi's. Then hurried footsteps, and I heard Zhang say, "What happened?" in his demanding way. "Ani had a relapse," Suzi said, "Doctor Shi says she just needs rest and therapy." "Get her back in treatment! Take care of her!" Zhang said. "She can be my top girl. I need her well." I was lying still, I Knew I was in the clinic. I slowly opened my eyes, and with hazy vision saw curtains on a rod around my bed and the acoustic tile ceiling with filtered fluorescent light. I felt safe and relaxed and relieved that both Suzi and Zhang were here for me. The first face I saw was Suzi's. In the background, I heard Zhang ordering people to make sure my treatment was correct and to take proper care of me. Suzi leaned over me showing genuine concern, and spoke softly, "Ani, you really scared us." I smiled, very happy to see Suzi. "How do I look?" I asked, noticing my voice had changed to a slightly higher tone. Suzi gave a relieved smile, "You look great, sweety!" she assured me. "There," Zhang said, walking up, "if she's concerned how she looks, she's okay!" "I guess I passed out," I said, somewhat stunned at my new voice, which had taken on a more pleasant girlish sound. "You did pass out," Suzi said, "you were lying on the sidewalk." "Lucky you wore your medallion," Zhang said, "the shop owner knew to call me right away." I smiled, thinking about how lucky I was. "Thank you, Zhang," was all I could think to say. "Can I get up now?" I asked, lifting my knees to show I was ready. "If you're feeling okay, of course, sweety," Suzi said. I swung my legs around and sat on the edge of the bed, dangling my bare feet, smiling at my nicely painted toenails. "Well, I'm very sorry to have caused you both so much trouble," I said, looking apologetically at Suzi and Zhang. "We weren't careful with our procedures," Zhang said, "don't blame yourself." "I was just..." I tried to explain, "I don't know, I was just confused about some things. But I'm fine now, and I thank you both for being here." "Take a few days of rest," Zhang said, "let the clinic technicians go over your treatments." "But don't I have a date scheduled for tonight?" I asked. "Don't worry about that, I will get somebody else," Zhang said. "But I want to do it," I insisted. "Business is business. Besides, I think it will be fun." Suzi and I looked at each other with knowing grins. "You are indeed a special girl," Zhang said, "but if you take on this date, I insist on someone being around to watch over you." "I'll go with her," Suzi volunteered, but then a third voice piped in, "I'll go with her, Uncle Zhang." The three of us turned to look at a young man standing off to the side. To my surprise, it was Junjie, the man from the hotel. I sat staring at him, my mouth agape and my heart pounding. "My nephew, Junjie," Zhang introduced, "my favorite nephew. But I understand you two have already met." Zhang looked at me. I studdered out, "um, yes. We met at the hotel the other night. Junjie was very nice to me." "Yes, he is a nice boy." Zhang nodded. "It was Junjie who picked you up off the sidewalk and brought you here, by the way." "Really?" I turned at looked at handsome Junjie. "I must thank you again, then, Junjie," I said, bowing my head to him. His eyes locked on mine, and we shared a loving smile. Zhang looked at us, "If my favorite nephew and my top girl wish to connect with each other, I would be a happy uncle." The strangest and strongest of feelings went through me. "If your nephew, Junjie, wishes to connect with me, I would be a happy girl," I said. "Very interesting development," Zhang said, "we will see what the future brings, but for now, if Junjie agrees to be Ani's guardian for the evening, I approve." And with that, it was done. I leaped from the bed and stood before Junjie. Our eyes froze together, I held up my hand, and he took it. The electricity was so strong that I swooned and my eyes fluttered shut, Jungie grabbed my arm, "Ani, are you okay?" he said with concern. I opened my eyes, looking at him and said, "yes, Junjie, I am very okay now." Suzi broke our trance, "if you're going to do this, then we need to get you ready." I looked at her and nodded, 'Yes, Ms. Suzi, thank you for reminding me." I seriously loved that Suzi could keep her mind on important things regardless of what was going on. I squeezed Junjie's hand, smiled at him, and broke away to leave with Suzi. "See you later," I said, looking back and smiling at my new boyfriend. Zhang stopped me as I was leaving with Suzi. "Miss Chen," he said to me, "you have become a special girl for me. I admire that you are so willing to fulfill your agreement with me by working tonight - if my nephew was not going with you, I would not allow you to do it! But you are in good hands, my special girl, with my favorite nephew." I smiled at Zhang, thanking him, and thinking what a sweet man he could be. Suzi drove me back to the condo to get cleaned up, dressed and ready for my date. As she drove, she was on the phone making arrangements for Junjie to pick me up, and for the final confirmation of the party. "Junjie is a very nice young man," Suzi said, hanging up the phone and looking at me. I smiled, "yes, he seems to be." "You know," Suzi went on, "that Junjie was at the dance club the night we first met you." "He was?" I was quite surprised to hear this. "He was," Suzi said. "In fact, it was his obvious interest in you that brought you to my attention and made me think you would be good for this work. "Really!" I said, "my memory of that night is still quite foggy." "No doubt," Suzi nodded, "your first few days of therapy were intense." "It seems like a lifetime ago," I said, looking out the window at the Chinatown streets turning to dusk. Suzi directed me through the process of quickly bathing, preening, painting and dressing. She complimented me on being so willing to fulfill my contract obligations. What I didn't tell her, whether she knew it or not, was that I was having uncontrollable sexual desires, and I couldn't wait for the party. I had crossed mental and emotional barriers while working at my first party. I was quite proud of myself at how I handled it. I had conquered a room full of horny men, and I knew that I was largely responsible for making them horny and totally responsible for satisfying their deepest desires. I was playful, entertaining, and eager to please. And in the process, I got to enjoy the endless pleasure of countless hard cock fucking me over and over. Whether it was the therapy, my transformed body, the hypnotism, or just me, I couldn't wait for my second sexual romp. I needed the release. "You're looking fab, girl!" Suzi said, encouraging me on. I was doing my own makeup, leaning into the mirror, and working the pencils and brushes like a pro. Of course, it helped that the salon had given me a permanent basis of tat lips and liner. I smiled at Suzi and stepped back to look at myself. I was happy at how well I was learning the skill of using makeup to turn me into the perfect bimbo slut that I wanted to be. It certainly helped that I had these boobs and hips and butt that seemed to still be getting better formed and sexier day by day. "Do you think I look okay," I asked Suzi, turning side to side for her to see all my different angles. "You're magazine material," Suzi said, "you're going to knock them dead!" Suzi picked out a red silk dress with black and gold dragon embroidery for me. Underneath I wore a sequined black thong and a strapped bra that lifted my boobs so prominently that I could barely see over them my black seven-inch stilettos. "In this business, you dress to be fucked," Suzi had told me before. "Well done," she told me now. RIght on time, the intercom buzzer went off. "A gentleman is here to see Ms. Chen," the security guard said. I recognized the voice as being the guard who had first shown me to Suzi's apartment, and I instantly remembered the hot feeling I had had standing next to him. "Thanks, I'll be right down," I said, noticing that my voice was becoming more and more playfully bimboesque since my afternoon relapse and recovery therapy. I loved the way I sounded and tried to think of things to say just so that I could show off my new voice. Suzi went down to the lobby with me to meet Junjie; we got off the elevator and I went straight to him, seeing the near look of gaga in his face as he looked at me. I smiled hugely, and we stood there for a moment holding hands and looking at each other. "You're so lovely, Dear Ani," Junjie said, "and I'm so lucky to get to accompany you this evening." "I'm the lucky one," I said, "to have such a great guy wanna look after me." My voice was a perfect blend of sexy and sincere. Junjie addressed Suzi, assuring her that he would watch out for me, and get me back safely, then he guided me by the arm out the door. "Let me buzz you out," the guard said, and I glanced slyly at him, seeing that he was looking me over up and down. He hit the lock buzzer, and Junjie pushed open the door. "Thank you," I said to the guard, consciously forming the words with my lips so that it was almost a kiss. Out the door, I went, with Junjie to our waiting car. "Good evening, Miss Chen! So good to see you again," the driver said as I slipped into the back seat. I looked up to see Yi smiling at me. "Mr. Yi!" I exclaimed, "So very great to see you again!" I felt truly safe with Mr. Yi driving me around China Town, and then Junjie opened the other door and slid into the back seat with me, and I felt doubly protected. Yi and Junjie spoke in Chinese, and we were off. My date was at a private house on a hill just outside of China Town. Yi pulled into the driveway of the very nice, almost hidden estate, and stopped under an archway at the guess entrance to the house. Junjie jumped out and came around to my door. With my 7-inch stilettos and short, tight dress, I greatly appreciated Junjie's help getting out of the car. With Junjie holding my hand, I strutted up the steps to the entryway. WIthout our even ringing the bell, the door opened and a man in a butler's suit invited us in. I smiled walking in past the man and grinned when his eyes fell to my breasts, and I was aware, also, of him eying my butt as Junjie led me into the foyer. "Welcome to my house," a man said, greeting us, "I am Wang Wei . He was a handsome man I guessed to be in his early 50's, and he was wearing a blue leisure suit and had a cocktail glass in his hand. Junjie and I stepped toward the man. "I am Junjie," and waving his hand to you, "and this is Miss Ani Chen." I held out my hand, and Wei held it, smiling politely looking in my eyes, then glancing lustfully down at my body. "A wonderful pleasure to meet you, Miss Chen," he said. "And an honor to meet you, Mr. Wei, and to be in your home." "Allow me to introduce you to my guests," Wei said, gently leading me to the living room by my arm. I turned and looked at Junjie. "I will be right here, Miss Chen," he said to me assuringly. I smiled and turned back to face the room full of guests. Wei paused with me at the top of three steps leading down to the sunken living room. The room was dark, darker than the foyer at least, so I had to adjust my eyes to see seven men, all in casual suits and holding drinks turning to look at us. "Gentlemen," Wei said, "I introduce our special guest, our objet de la soiree, Miss Ani Chen." I smiled, looking at Wei, guessing from my limited knowledge of French that he had called me the "object of the evening." The effect of being so-called sent a rush through me, and I turned to the 7 men looking eagerly at me. "Such a pleasure to be here," I said, marveling to myself at the playful bimbo tone of my voice. We stepped down into the room, and the men swarmed around me. I went clockwise around me, holding my hand out to each man, smiling and saying, "nice to meet you, I'm Ani," and giving their hands a squeeze. They would each tell me their name, and I would repeat it, adding handsome, strong, or sweet to each. I quickly forget each name, knowing they were likely made up just for the evening. The men were all obviously happy to meet me and showed obvious approval of my appearance with their looks up and down my body. I made a point of touching each of their arms or shoulders as I engaged them in flirtatious chatting and laughter. I felt drawn to be physically close to each of them, and reserved at first, they took my queue and realized that it was okay to touch me. Then hand after hand ran gently down my side, resting on my hips or butt, as they began to get their feel for how far they could go with me. As things were heating up and becoming more and more aggressively seductive, Wei spoke up saying "Is it getting hot in here or what?" fanning himself with his hand. "Perhaps we are all overdressed?" Wei waved his drink at the men, "I'm sure none of us would mind if Miss Chen got herself a little more comfortable." There was a rumble from the men, all in agreement. Wei turned to me, "Miss Chen, you look terribly hot in that little dress." I nodded, feigning a bimbo blush. I was putting on a show at this point. "Well yeah I am, sorta," I said, posing and smiling around at the men. "Then please do take it off," Wei said, and the tension of expectation silenced the room as they all stared eagerly at me. Where I learned this talent I'll never know, but with the skill of a burlesque queen, I slowly and provocatively took off my dress and danced erotically in my stilettos and bikini underwear. I was putting on a show, and I loved it even more than the room full of men with their gaping mouths. "Well, gentlemen, clients, guests," Wei said, pausing while he toasted me with his drink, "I declare this party started!" There was an uproar of excitement as the men began quickly taking off their jackets, shoes, and pants. I stood in the midst of them, giggling and showing my authentic bimbo fascination with their masculine bodies. The men responded by putting on a show of their own, strutting their macho stuff. My flirting encouraged their grabbing and fondling. I began slipping my hand into their shorts, which broke down their barrier to doing the same to me. But then Wei stepped in, speaking up again. "I think it is time for Ms. Chen, the very sumptuous Ms. Chen, to reveal that she is not just the beautiful bombshell we see, an even more alluring transsexual." I blushed as the men all oohed and stared at me. "Ms. Chen," Wei said softly, "please reveal yourself." I was nervous, this didn't happen at my last date, where the men all seemed happy to accept me as female and ignore my male vestiges, but I knew I knew I was going to be on full display for all to see soon anyway, so I found a way to playfully, in stripper style, slowly pull down my thong. I slipped the thong down and shook my penis free from its bondage. The men stared at me with a new fervor, very clearly they liked what they saw. I instinctively showed myself off, using all my talent for erotic posing. I was for these men a shemale, an erotic thing that on any other evening would have been forbidden and scorned, but tonight I was their pleasure toy. So much was going through my mind as I stood there shaking my half-hard penis and massive boobs at these lust-crazed men. It excited me to no end that I was this sexy, but it confused me at the same time how I got this way. Sure, I'd been given treatments that turned me into the ultimate bimbo transsexual, And sure, I'd always been a bit extroverted when I crossdressed, but it had never really been a sexual thing with me, but now it was totally sexual. I was obsessed with making these men want to fuck me. I was incredibly horny, and it must surely have shown because very quickly the party turned into a raging orgy. Me and seven men, no holds barred, no restrictions, and no time to waste. Mostly at first, they all wanted to hold me, and touch me and fondle me. A swarm of hands all over me, on my breasts, my butt, my chin, my body, had me charged with sexual erotic energy. I was being tossed back and forth from one man to another, in their arms, my breasts against their chests, kissing their lips, or held from behind with my butt pressed against their cocks while they kissed my neck and shoulders. I stroked their cocks, and they stroked mine. They became more forceful, with one grabbing my hips and spreading my cheeks while he worked to get his hard cock into my hole. At the same time, another man grabbed my hair and forcibly pulled my head down to suck his cock. My breasts and nipples were being roughly squeezed and pinched, and my penis was being yanked in hard strokes. I was experiencing powerful orgasmic sensations mixed with fear and pain. The men were ravaging me continuously, one after another holding my hips and pounding my ass, or grabbing my head and forcefully pounding his cock into my throat. I was completely in their power, and despite my fear and shock at what was happening, I was overcome with pleasure. I not only didn't resist, but I actively cooperated, working my hips with their thrusts into my ass, and holding their legs to pull their cocks deeper into my throat. The men teased me with dirty names and vicious laughter. My only sound was the moans that came out of me whenever they pulled a cock from my mouth. The only advantage of being fucked so hard, so repeatedly, so rapidly, was that the last of them was out of steam and out of cum in not much more than an hour. I was left curled up on an ottoman after the men as a group tired of me and left the room for drinks in the kitchen. I was shaking, the effect of so many sensations still going through me. After not being touched for a few minutes, I dared to open my eyes. Seeing I had been left alone, I slowly sat up. I waited for the room to stop spinning, then I got to my feet, unstable having been through so much, and still in my 7-inch stilettos. I looked around and saw a hallway and went looking for a bathroom. I didn't want to look at myself, but couldn't avoid seeing in the mirror as I washed my face. This was the first time since my transformation began that I felt some shame. I could see it in my face, and I was almost crying. But as I ran the wet cloth over my body, my sensations restored my sense of pride. As rough as it had been, I had once again satisfied a room full of horny men, giving them more sexual pleasure than they'd probably ever known in their whole lives. I had a purpose. I had power. And I accepted and loved who and what I had become. I was still shaking, but I slipped on my clothes and stepped out of the bathroom. I walked gingerly back to the living room where Wei stood in a robe. The rest of the men were still partying it up in the kitchen. It occurred to me that Wei himself had not taken part in the orgy. "I apologize Miss Chen, for the overly rough treatment you received from my guests. I trust you are okay?" "Thank you for saying, Mr. Wei," I said, returning the bow, "and yes, I am okay, just a bit worn." My voice was soft and a bit horse, and considering the number of cocks slammed into my throat, it was no wonder. Still, I noticed the inflections of bimbo tone that seemed to have become my permanent way of talking. Wei handed me a red envelope, "For you, Miss Chen," he said. "Thank you, Mr. Wei," I said, bowing again, as I accepted the envelope. It was fat with money; not another gold Panda, but what felt like a very generous tip. Then Wei led me back to the foyer where Junjie was pacing the stone floor waiting. Junjie and I exchanged an anxious look and uncomfortable smile. Junjie and Wei spoke briefly in Chinese, then the butler opened the door to let us out. It was a bit chilly outside, and Junjie took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asked me. "I'll be fine," I said, but my expression seemed to say otherwise. Yi had pulled up the car, and Junjie opened the door and helped me get in. Yi was turned to greet me, but Junjie waved his hand letting Yi know to leave me alone. I sat silent while Junjie got in the other door, and we all rode in silence back to Suzi's apartment. Dutifully, Junjie jumped out and came around to my door, helping me get out. He helped me up the steps to the door and waved to the security guard inside. I felt the uneasiness between myself and Junjie. "Thank you for staying with me, Junjie," I said, "I am sorry you saw me doing such things." "I know it was difficult for you," he said, "I will speak to my uncle about it." "Thank you, Junjie," I said, "but I'll be okay. It's just my job." "I will see you soon, if I may, Miss Chen," Junjie held my hand as he spoke. "I will always be happy to see you, Junjie," I said. The guard rang the buzzer unlocking the door, and Junjie held it open for me. I stepped inside, took Junjie's jacket from my shoulders and handed it to him. "Goodnight, Junjie," I said, trying to catch his eyes. "Goodnight, Ani," he said, finally looking in my eyes, and then I watched him turn and get back in the car. I walked to the elevator, then looked to see what guard was at the desk. It was an older, smaller man, and not the hunk I was hoping to see. I smiled politely at the old man and got on the elevator. I thought again about the other guard, the hunk, and remembered how hot I felt when he stood next to me. I have truly become a slut, I thought, smiling to myself.