She became a full-time flight attendant.

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My name is Guohua. Three years ago, I was a normal boy. Now, I'm a 23-year-old CD girl living in Japan. I've been an orphan since childhood. After graduating, I worked in administration at a bank.
Three years ago, in Hong Kong, I used some tricks to swindle a client out of HK$1 million to buy stocks. The stocks crashed, and the bank discovered the scheme and reported it to the police. I was wanted by the police, so I went to see my friend Xiaoling, who was also in an orphanage. She was a flight attendant. She received my call and asked me to meet her at a hotel near the airport that night. She had just gotten off the plane, and she checked us into the room. I was so tired that I quickly ate dinner and fell asleep. She said she would help me think of a way. Three hours later, Xiaoling arrived with a suitcase and a ticket to Japan. It turned out that she said I could use her identity to run away to Japan to avoid my debts.
She told me that the original flight attendant on this flight had caught the flu, so she volunteered to take her place and fly another leg of the journey. Since she had only recently changed jobs and I didn't know the flight crew well, I was stunned by her offer.
Then she opened her suitcase, which contained a large amount of women's clothing and cosmetics. She skillfully trimmed my eyebrows, applied foundation, drew my eyebrows, brushed powder on my nose, and applied lip gloss. An hour later, after the makeup, I looked exactly like Xiaoling—very beautiful. I'd read in a novel since I was little that we looked alike, and now I believed it myself. The woman in the mirror had large, almost talking eyes; her false eyelashes were neatly aligned; her nose was high and straight; and her lips were translucent and glossy, as if they were moist.
Then she took out a tight-fitting bra for me... I put it on, and the modified me had a captivating female figure; my breasts were moist. I tried taking a few steps and found my center of gravity was slightly forward, but my breasts bounced rhythmically. At that moment, even I thought I looked like a real woman in the mirror.
Finally, she took off her entire flight attendant uniform, and I hugged Xiaoling and cried. She said, "From now on, your name is Xiaoling. Guohua is no longer in this world." She taught me how to put on stockings and a pink skirt suit, then she helped me put on a wig, a flight attendant hat, and finally high heels.
Then she gave me my ID and wallet; I saw that they even contained birth control pills and sanitary napkins. Finally, she taught me how to go to the airport to check in. I dragged my suitcase, wearing a coat, and took my first step into my CD career.
The hotel was right next to the airport. Wearing high heels and pulling a Walmart, I was stared at by many people. I tried my best to maintain an elegant flight attendant image, but it turned out to be uncomfortable at all. My palms were sweating inside my white gloves. A strong wind blew into my skirt along the edge of my coat. My scarf and paper hat seemed to be blown away. I was very embarrassed. I had to hold down my skirt and hat. My legs felt soft from the friction of my stockings.
Ten minutes later, I finally found the airline waiting room. As I reported to the receptionist, she handed me two bouquets of flowers, which were for Xiaoling. I coughed slightly and gestured for her to give them to her. Seeing that it wasn't time to gather yet, I went to the restroom to calm down. I went into the women's restroom, found a stall, and closed the door. There was a trash can next to the stall; I used the toe of my shoe to open the lid. It was for throwing away sanitary napkins. The restroom smelled very nice and was very clean. I sat down... I took off my skirt, stockings, and panties, opened my handbag, and lit a cigarette with a Kitty lighter. It turned out that Xiaoling's cigarettes were strange—long and odorless. I then used a mouthwash to mask the smell, and used blotting paper to absorb excess oil to prevent my makeup from melting. I then sprayed on some Guccici perfume. Suddenly, the phone rang. I found a colorful phone with many dolls attached to it in my handbag. It turned out that Xiaoling was calling again to teach me how to board the plane and other things to be careful about.
Following the instructions, I found Xiaoling's locker. I tidied my hair, clipped the paper hat with hairpins, found the black pearl earrings and put them in my ear piercings, then fastened the scarf around my neck to prevent anyone from seeing my Adam's apple. Other flight attendants nearby returned one after another, and I quickly pretended to pack my belongings. I saw the other flight attendants touching up their powder and applying lipstick at the dressing table, and I nervously imitated their actions.
Suddenly, a flight attendant of about a higher rank, May, assigned tasks. My partner was Kary, a flight attendant around 20 years old. She didn't seem to suspect my identity. Since I was a temporary replacement for Xiaoling and a new employee, she was very kind to me and introduced me to the other colleagues in detail. I greeted her quietly and then went through the boarding and departure procedures with my luggage. When I handed my ticket and Xiaoling's ID to the staff at the immigration counter, I was very nervous and dizzy. It wasn't until Kary nudged me that I realized I had completed the procedures. Our group of 20 flight attendants boarded the shuttle bus to the plane to prepare for the upcoming passenger boarding, while maintaining a smile.
Not long after, as a flight attendant, I checked the passengers' seatbelts and overhead bins, and finally, I sat down and boarded the plane to leave Hong Kong. Since it was early morning and there weren't many passengers, some had already fallen asleep. The other flight attendants and I were busy pushing carts to serve meals, pouring drinks, and selling souvenirs, running back and forth in the narrow aisle. My legs ached. The four-hour flight to Japan arrived quickly. Looking out the window at the Japanese morning, the vast and orderly plains of Mutsumi gradually came into view. After checking the safety procedures again, sitting with Kary at the airport where we were about to make our emergency landing, I, dressed as Xiaoling, felt as if I had experienced her hardships. Thinking of her sacrifices for me, I couldn't help but cry again…
At 6:00 AM, the plane landed at Narita Airport. At the airport, the atmosphere was quite different from my previous official duties, but this time, as flight attendant Xiaoling, I felt very different inside and out. After busy seeing off passengers, I immediately packed my bags. Because of my nervousness, I went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup. Afterwards, the group of flight attendants followed May to the airport duty room to fill out the attendance record. Coincidentally, the airline's publicity department was shooting an advertisement at the airport. I, Kary, and three other younger and prettier women were forced to stay behind to assist with the shooting. We took some photos in uniform to promote the friendly, polite, and noble side of flight attendants. Because they praised my 6-foot-7-inch height as resembling that of actress Gigi Leung, I took some solo photos.
The photoshoot ended half an hour later. While queuing for immigration, Kary told me to study hard to pass the exam as soon as possible and become a full-fledged flight attendant. She said I would fly back to Hong Kong at 16:00 tomorrow. I didn't care about any of that. All I wanted was to get through immigration as soon as possible, change back into men's clothes, and live a more relaxed life in Japan. Having had the experience of leaving the country last time, I was calmer this time.
After successfully entering the country, I opened Xiaoling's handbag without saying a word, bought a pack of Marlboro cigarettes with Japanese yen, and took them out to smoke outside the airport. It felt great to smoke with my slender, nail-painted fingers in a public place as a woman, as if I had let go of all the pressure. Then I ran away, grabbed my luggage, and hailed a taxi to go home. The driver kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror like a pervert. When I opened my LV handbag to pay, he took the opportunity to touch my hand. As a man, I also found it disgusting.
Xiaoling's house is near Shinjuku JR Station. It's a rented place. After entering the house, I immediately took off my flight attendant uniform and went to the bathroom to take a shower. In the mirror, I saw myself with Xiaoling's beauty and a man's body. My body was covered with red marks from the tight-fitting clothes. Suddenly, I had the urge to masturbate, but I couldn't do that to my benefactor, my only family in this world. Besides, I was currently trying to escape my debts and shouldn't do anything pointless. So, after changing out of my clothes, I lay on Xiaoling's bed, which was filled with the scent of a woman's body. Looking at the pink bedroom and the dolls, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up in the evening. Besides slimming bottled drinks and various vitamins, there was no other food at home. The closet was full of designer women's clothing, so I had to change back into women's clothes to go out for dinner. I quickly changed into a yellow Levi's short-sleeved t-shirt, a brown burgundy plaid skirt, picked out a pair of sexy pink plaid stockings, and finally chose a pair of black knee-high leather boots from the shoe cabinet. I secretly used Xiaoling's designer cosmetics at the dressing table to do a light makeup look, and then walked back and forth in the full-length mirror. Feeling everything was alright, I grabbed a handbag—a trendy chloe style, burgundy—and was about to transfer my wallet and cosmetics into it when Xiaoling suddenly called. I recounted the harrowing flight attendant experience, and Xiaoling suddenly said I looked great, with similar taste in clothing as hers, only my makeup wasn't up to par. She then told me to look at my computer screen. Apparently, the computer was in standby mode; she had been secretly watching me change via video. She also asked me to go back to the company tomorrow to resign and then contact her again.
Afterwards, I went to Yaohan to eat sashimi and cold noodles, and bought some men's clothing on the way home. I felt that the sales staff were especially polite to me when I was shopping while wearing women's clothing. Later, I received a call from Kary, inviting me to go to karaoke for some fun. There were also two other flight attendants with me. Since I was bored and wanted to drink to relieve my boredom, I decided to use Xiaoling's identity one more time.
The karaoke bar was quite secluded, located at the entrance of a side street, requiring an elevator ride up to room 30. I suspect it was a private spot for flight attendants. I noticed some flight attendants who had arrived in Japan on the same flight as me were still wearing their uniforms, which was quite strange. Kary and I, along with three other girls, went into one of the karaoke rooms. There was a window offering a panoramic view of Shinjuku. Kary even brought karaoke CDs by Hong Kong artists Joey, Miriam Yeung, and Janice Vidal to sing, repeating songs over and over, which was very noisy. Ella and Mikey, who were also around 20 years old, were having a lot of fun. Perhaps flight attendants often experience stress and were venting their frustrations by getting drunk.
After that, Kary introduced four boys to come in and drink together. After drinking, I felt that they looked a bit like young f4. As a man, I was very disgusted when a man set up a stage to compete with me for women, but at this moment, I didn’t feel disgusted when I was dressed as a woman. They separated and chatted with us skillfully. My temporary male companion was called Alex. He was very cool and knew how to please me. We were divided into 4 pairs of 8 people and drank like crazy. We drank beer first, followed by red wine, cocktails, and Chihuahua. We'd also drunk green tea. Alex, under the influence of alcohol, put his arm around my lower back and touched my thigh. I called Kary for help, and Kary told me not to worry, that all four of them were lesbians, trolls who went to bars to find flight attendants as girlfriends. I found it ironic that I, a man, was leaning on a woman's chest, like a little bird being taken care of. She even shielded me from drinking when I lost at rock-paper-scissors. Gradually, the four of us started calling each other husband and wife. Alex seemed very happy, feeding me grapes in front of everyone with his mouth. He kissed me, and I didn't resist. I pressed my hands against Alex's chest, feeling him binding his chest with bandages. Alex's hands kept wandering over my thighs and buttocks, moving upwards. I stopped his hands to prevent him from being discovered. Afterwards, I took my handbag to the women's bathroom to wash my face and calm down. While I was applying lipstick, Alex greedily followed me in. He locked the door and gently touched my face with the back of his hand. He kissed me passionately, his tongue darting wildly through my mouth—it was strange. He then kissed the back of my neck and behind my ears. Perhaps it had been too long since anyone had cared for me, but I, dressed as Xiaoling, suddenly fell in love with Alex and wanted to have sex with him. However, remembering that he loved women, and that I was going back to my male disguise the next day, I couldn't let it all go to waste. So I politely declined and continued drinking as if nothing had happened. I'm a light drinker, and Alex used his right leg as a pillow for me, then covered me with his suit jacket.
Finally, before we knew it, it was time to pay the bill. Alex paid with his credit card; apparently, one of the advantages of being a woman is not having to carry cash. The gentlemen politely escorted us home.
Alex drove me home in a gray Mercedes sports car. His hands were quite unruly along the way. Just before we got upstairs, he kissed me on the forehead. He was reluctant to leave until I waved goodbye from the 7th floor before he drove away.
Because I smelled strongly of smoke, I took off my clothes and took a milk bubble bath in the bathtub to sober up, listening to classical music as I gradually fell asleep naked in the bathroom…
The next day, I woke up with a headache from the alcohol. I got up and stretched in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass through the curtains, looking at the bustling streets of Shinjuku at midday. I ran my fingers through my messy hair, and somehow, I found myself wearing Xiaoling's black silk Epaulette nightgown. The lace hem of the nightgown rubbed against my thighs, making me feel incredibly soft. In the mirror, I saw the figure of a girl who had just woken up. The nightgown revealed two invisible silicone under her breasts. A bra cup clearly separated her breasts, the skin color and the bra cup perfectly matching, making them appear real at first glance. They resembled teardrops or pears, their streamlined curves gently rising, alluring and mysterious. A diamond-encrusted navel ring completed the set with her diamond ring and earrings. Below, between her legs, she wore a maroon t-back beaded close-fitting dress, neatly concealing her genitals. Her long legs felt smooth to the touch. Turning around, her back and hips revealed a perfect young woman's body, smiling back at her through the mirror, flawless and breathtakingly beautiful.
I opened my emails and found them filled with sickeningly sweet declarations of love for Xiaoling, from trainee pilots, wealthy businessmen, doctors, and second-tier celebrities. I finally found the resignation letter Xiaoling had typed for me overnight. After printing it out and forging Xiaoling's scribbled English name, I prepared to hand it to the company later.
I huddled in my single room, smoking and lost in thought. I stubbed out the cigarette butts, each smeared with lipstick, one by one. Recalling last night's events, I was surprised to find that when I was dressed as a flight attendant, life could be so wonderful, completely carefree. Looking at the swaying fake breasts on my chest, I wished I could stay in that moment forever, becoming Xiaoling's substitute. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. It was Kary outside. Still hungover, I instinctively opened the door for her. But when Kary saw my revealing deep pv nightgown, she playfully pinched my butt. How cheeky! Dressed in her flight attendant uniform, she dragged her luggage into the room and started rambling on about how she slept at her lesbian boyfriend's house last night, and then invited me to dinner.
I opened one of the hanging bags in the closet. Inside, neatly arranged flight attendant uniforms and scarves seemed to beckon me to put them on quickly. I became bolder, removed my lace nightgown, leaving only my bra and panties in front of Kary, and changed into the flight attendant uniform dress and a pair of brand-new black stockings. Then, at the dressing table, I used my temporarily personal cosmetics to put on a makeup set. After applying lipstick, I looked in the mirror to see if... While I was applying my lipstick, Kary actually used it on her lips, saying it was Shiseidopm masquerade 05 Fall/Winter's newest Superior Rouge glossy lipstick, which complemented her thin lips perfectly. I was so angry! I was surprised that Kary didn't notice my disguise even though we were at such a close dressing table. I even started to doubt how much I resembled a woman.
Kary and I, two flight attendants, went to the nearby Keio Plaza Hotel for tonkatsu (fried pork cutlet rice) and tempura. All the men in the room seemed to be glancing at us, almost imperceptibly. Kary said I'd get used to it eventually, and she seemed quite proud of it. Afterwards, we went to Tokyu Department Store with Kary to buy Panadol. She also recommended a new type of ultra-thin tampons, which I reluctantly bought. I quickly stuffed a pack of tampons into my suitcase. Finally, we lined up for a taxi next to the shopping mall to go back to Narita Airport. The young man in a suit who was ahead of us politely opened the door for us. I thanked him with a stiff smile. Along the way, Kary said she'd invite me to karaoke sometime and asked what I thought of Alexa. I ignored her, only paying attention to the scenery of Shinjuku.
Back at the airport, I met May at the airline. I told her I was quitting my job, making up a story about getting married and my fiancé not liking me being a flight attendant. Suddenly, Sister May nervously pulled me into the room. A moment later, General Manager Paco rushed in and gave me a check for 50 million yen and a document. 50 million yen is approximately HKD 320,000. Later, I learned that the publicity department felt my flight attendant photo perfectly matched the season's advertising needs and would sign me as an Asian Goodwill Ambassador flight attendant for 2006-2008. The contract stipulated a deposit of 50 million yen, followed by 50 million yen every six months, with a 50% monthly salary increase. If the company is profitable... The contract included a bonus, compensation for breach of contract (full two-year term), a commission for work trips, a personal assistant, a makeup artist, a company car, and hotel accommodations. After three months, the advertising campaign would begin. Cardboard cutouts of flight attendants would be displayed in travel agencies, and all JPV planes would feature my smiling flight attendant photo. Combined with a barrage of television and newspaper advertisements, it was indeed a shortcut to fame. I also thought the advertising company had foresight, choosing a man as the female lead among so many flight attendants—a joke.
Without consulting Xiaoling, I signed the contract in front of the company lawyer without any consideration. Before leaving, the general manager instructed me to keep it a secret to prevent premature exposure and gave me 30 days of paid leave to prepare.
I tore up my resignation letter, took the contract and a 50 million yen check to Xiaoling to share the good news, and said that I would cancel my escape plan to Japan and immediately take the 1600 hour flight back to Hong Kong to meet her. Xiaoling couldn't wait and said she would take over.
I hid in the women's restroom, looked at myself in the makeup mirror, and touched my face with my fingertips. I couldn't tell whether I was Xiaoling or Guohua. Through the stockings, I touched my thighs down to my buttocks, waist and chest. It felt wonderful. In my heart, I felt as if I and Ling were intertwined. I completely entered a state of sublimation.
Six hours later, at 11:30 PM Hong Kong time, I stepped out of the departure hall after another arduous and thrilling flight attendant journey. This flight included Japanese celebrity Shingo Katori, who was traveling in first class for a promotional event. Additionally, two disabled passengers required assistance from the flight attendants using equipment, making the flight attendants' work even more demanding. After saying goodbye to Kary, I couldn't find Xiaoling in the crowded lobby. I checked my phone and saw she had texted me saying she would wait for me in seat E. Anxious to see her, I hurried along with my luggage. Wearing high heels, I lost my balance, twisted my ankle, and fell to the ground in a very embarrassing manner. My stockings had a hole in my knee, and my knee was bleeding. Even my Chanel high heels broke! I was furious. Taking off my shoes, I slowly made my way to my seat in seat E. Suddenly, a man... He grabbed my waist and helped me walk. I used the tissue he gave me to stop the bleeding. When I looked at the man,
I couldn't believe my eyes. The person supporting me was myself. A familiar face, white-rimmed glasses, a khaki collarless canvas suit jacket, a white Apex ape-head tee, blue Evisu jeans, and Converse beige sneakers—all my usual attire. But when I saw the long hair under the black Nike trucker hat, I knew it was Xiaoling in disguise. She grabbed my waist, helped me sit down, and taped my knee wound. She wanted to surprise me, but seeing a flight attendant in such a disheveled state, I was afraid of implicating her. I asked her to switch identities with me as soon as possible, but she said she would go home first.
I put my two high heels in the suitcase and walked in only stockings. Xiaoling looked awkward helping me with my handbag and luggage. When we arrived at the multi-level parking lot next to the airport, it turned out Xiaoling had come to pick me up in her black Toyota Alphard seven-seater, a deluxe version with a sunroof and electric sliding doors. I was worried about her driving skills, but since I was still Xiaoling's identity, I couldn't argue with her and had to obediently get into a passenger seat. When I was about to leave the parking lot to pay, a flight attendant of about 24 years old and... I greeted her, and she whispered in my ear if my new boyfriend was picking me up from the airport. She also asked me to introduce her to him. Later, Xiaoling told me that the flight attendant's name was Ada, and she had just returned from Toronto. I saw that Ada's boyfriend later picked her up in an older gray Nissan. I overheard Ada warning her boyfriend that next time he should drive a decent car to pick her up from the airport, otherwise she would take the airport express subway home. It turns out that the newness or oldness of the car can also be a reason for a flight attendant to scold her boyfriend.
Xiaoling knew the area well. After leaving the airport, she parked at a metered parking lot next to Cityplaza. She ran into the mall and bought me another pair of black high heels. Later, when we passed the Tsing Ma Bridge, we were stopped by a police roadblock. It turned out that Xiaoling was speeding and would receive points and a fine. Xiaoling took my license plate and ID card out of her jeans and gave them to the police to write down the license plate. I also took Xiaoling's ID card out of my handbag and gave it to a policewoman for inspection. Because I knew I was wanted, I was afraid that the police would realize that we had switched identities. I was very nervous, but Xiaoling seemed very relaxed. Surprisingly, the police completed the speeding ticket smoothly and let us go.
Xiaoling drove off again and recounted her experiences over the past two days. It turned out that after we left the hotel that night, within just two days, she contacted her adoptive father at the bank to arrange repayments. Her adoptive father was the King of Bhutan, 50 years old, and her adoptive mother was Chinese. They had sponsored Xiaoling when she was 10 years old. After their only son, the King, died of cancer when Xiaoling was 15, they took her away from the orphanage and brought her to England for higher education. Xiaoling's adoptive father... With the loan and mediation through personal connections, the bank agreed not to pursue the matter further and to drop the case with the police, so I was no longer wanted. Xiaoling told me not to worry about repayment and asked me for details about the flight attendant goodwill ambassador contract. After carefully reading the contract, I learned that the goodwill ambassador also needs to represent the company in the Miss Airline pageant to be held in Macau in November. Representatives from the world's 38 largest airlines will participate, with a total of 8 awards.
Actually, this wasn't the first time I'd been Xiaoling's stand-in. When we were in junior high at the orphanage, I was a year ahead of her. Xiaoling was very shy around people. When she was 10, her adoptive parents came to the orphanage to adopt a girl as a foster parent. Xiaoling begged me to wear her girlish dress for her interview. After that, I wore her school dress to take every exam and the public exam for her. When Xiaoling left me for England, I thought I would never see her again. Until I graduated from university, I ran into Xiaoling by chance at the airport. I never expected that we would be together again today.
Xiaoling parked her car in Lan Kwai Fong in Central and went to a private club on the top floor of a commercial building on Yun Xian Street to celebrate with drinks. The candlelight from the bar illuminated the scene. I saw many wealthy people and celebrities chatting and laughing. At one table, I saw Alex Fong and Wong He-hei drinking with several girls in tuxedos. Director Wong Jing was flirting with a lesbian actress by the dance floor. Xiao Ling seemed to be a regular here, because I noticed many staff members greeting me (who was impersonating Xiao Ling), and some men were staring at me lewdly. Wearing her flight attendant uniform, Xiaoling led me out of the terrace pool park. Looking down from the window, I saw the entire Lan Kwai Fong sloping street packed with people. The bars were blasting loud music, and the rapidly rotating colored spotlights created an exciting atmosphere. Turning around, I saw Xiaoling being surrounded and flirted with by several girls in top-to-bottom skirts. I immediately took Xiaoling's hand and lips. Xiaoling saw me... She seemed both jealous and happy, hugging my waist as they contentedly sipped red wine by the pool. Meanwhile, on the other side of the pool, a 20-year-old guy in a hip-hop outfit was kissing a British girl. Xiaoling kept glancing at them; it turned out this was her boyfriend, Jack, a hairstylist. She knew Jack was a womanizer, but she couldn't bear to break up with him. While the British girl went to the bathroom... I pretended to be Xiaoling and went to find Jack. He was very drunk, reeking of alcohol, and seemed quite bewildered. He grabbed me to explain and tried to kiss me. I pushed Jack away and slapped him hard on Xiaoling's behalf, then threw beer from the table at him. As I turned to leave, the British girl who had just returned started swearing at me in English. I took the opportunity to push her into the pool, and the scene became chaotic. However, I calmly and elegantly left the building.
Xiaoling had already picked up her car and was waiting for me downstairs. She drove the car back to her residence in Leighton Hill, Happy Valley. From the parking lot, I took the elevator to the building lobby, which was very luxurious. A young lady in the lobby politely opened the door for me and greeted us. Xiaoling's top-floor duplex unit was her adoptive father's property. The downstairs was the living and dining room, and the upstairs had four rooms. Xiaoling showed me her room. The floor-to-ceiling windows above the bed offered views of Victoria Harbour and Causeway Bay at night.
Xiaoling went to take a shower. After I changed out of my makeup in the dressing room next to her bed, I found a bottle of authentic apple green tea in the refrigerator. I looked at Victoria Harbour, smoked, and gazed at my reflection in the glass. I felt very happy. Xiaoling finished showering and changed into a men's short-sleeved Nike outfit. She was wearing a grey men's suit with a deep-set neckline. We drank together. She was happy that I had avenged her. We drank many glasses of Hennessy XO. Suddenly, Xiaoling pushed me off the bed, grabbed my hands, and kissed me. I knew she was unhappy, so I let her vent. She unbuttoned my uniform, reached into my fitted bra and touched my breasts, which were covered by invisible silicone bras. Then she unbuttoned my uniform skirt and pulled down my panties and stockings, touching my uncontrollable genitals with her fingertips. She then took off her own shirt and rubbed her breasts against my fake breasts. I noticed that she was flat-chested and even had some pectoral muscles. I felt very strange. She rotated her slightly wet genitals between my legs. She seemed to be trying to seduce me, kissing every inch of my body. I was wearing Xiaoling's black lace stockings with four-bone straps. She was excited to see the lace stockings and lace panties, and frantically licked me with her tongue, making me feel weak. I knelt down on the floor beside the bed and licked the wet pink petals between her legs with my tongue. Xiaoling pressed my head down against her petals with both hands, sitting on the edge of the bed like a man playing with my long hair. She was enjoying my services. Suddenly, the mist from her petals sprayed onto my face. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her lower abdomen. She used her hands to evenly smear the mist from her face onto the fake breasts, and licked the remaining moisture from her hands. My heart was pounding. The room suddenly became very hot. She frantically pushed me back onto the bed, took off all my clothes, turned off the bedside lamp, and the two of us intertwined naked. I lay still, letting her push against me with her lower body, thrusting in and out with tightness and looseness. I imitated a woman's moans, touching my long hair, chin, breasts, waist, and thighs with my hands, trying to exude feminine charm. We spent a crazy night, going wild and ecstatic.
After the intense battle, Xiaoling rested her head on her hand like a man, lost in thought. I turned and kissed her. She asked me to promise to be her woman forever. I gave her a vague answer, wrapped my right hand and right foot around her, and fell asleep feeling very satisfied and safe against her chest.
I woke up to the sun around noon. Xiaoling was already dressed in a black DKNY suit, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper at the desk. I noticed a gold Doir chiffon off-the-shoulder babydoll dress hanging next to the bed, and a pair of Miu Miu light brown knee-high boots on the floor. Xiaoling told me to put on makeup and go shopping. I knew she wanted me to dress up as her again. I was like a man possessed, willingly becoming her slave. After showering, I chose a gold Ritratti seamless half-bra and matching panties from the closet. I changed into sheer fishnet straps, and the thick fabric pushed up my breasts, making my northern hemispheres... I was about to burst out, then changed into a babydoll dress, stuck double-sided tape between my breasts and top, put on long boots, did my makeup, wore a stone necklace, carried a white Burberry handbag, sprayed a little Dior perfume on the back of my neck, and styled my hair into big wavy curls. It took about forty minutes. Xiaoling saw my entire transformation process. I have loved Xiaoling since I was a child, and I was not embarrassed at all. I even started to like dressing up as a woman. Although I didn't know where she wanted to take me, I was willing to make her happy and give her everything.
After having breakfast at the Emperor Grand Hotel in Happy Valley, Xiaoling drove to the Cheung Pak Wedding Photography Company in Kowloon Tong. She said to me, "Will you marry me?" and took a women's ring from her suit bag and slipped it onto my ring finger…
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